I oftener feel than before
Broken cradle songs are murmuring
Their sweet words there inside my mind
Somewhere I had forgotten them long ago.
I am surer than than one might assume that
What the world calls aging
They have been there as mine
For many decades of my transition
I long to cry for a while
Inside my soul there are my sobs metamorphic
Turning into a song of love and longings
But none can hear them!
I am almost down and worn out
As I'm with no grace of oblivion sweet
And my pangs nestle there inside my mind
May be that you say I have never wanted to lose them!
But I am surer than many years before that
With them I used to live and so do I now
Because I know not how to dare to live
A life that might still be better!
When you ask for a bouquet large and shapely
Do I give odd flowers of love without much fragrance?
Do those around me value them as such?
But in my deserts inside they are like an oasis.
A new song is surging from my soul
And it reverberates into the chambers of my dear ones.
A day they will hear its rhymes I am sure.
I often hear things can`t be that bad.
Broken cradle songs have ever been murmuring
Some sweet words perchance there inside your minds too
And there haven`t you all nay a few of you
Forgotten them once like me long before?
A new song is surging from my soul And it reverberates into the chambers of my dear ones. A day they will hear its rhymes I am sure. I often hear things can`t be that bad. We the members of PH enjoy the sweetness of your rhymes, not once but very often! If you have still better rhymes to sing for us.... we are all the more happy! Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter, Dinesh! A lovely poem! !
A new song is surging from my soul Let it surge and cover the entire space. Let it enable one to forget the murmurs inside. Beautiful poem expressing deep feelings. Thank you.
......songs and lullabies of a cradle still echo in our minds, a beautiful write to bring them again to light....
Songs of a cradle somwhere dormant within us...but come to fore whenever we contemplate in solitude and become the source of a new stream of lyrics.....well penned as here..
Songs from your soul are always sweet Dinesh, keep on singing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem from your pen. Broken cradle though lost with the time, but the song of sweet memories will still ring our ears. No one can wash it away. Cradles songs were of love and care, that we still long for and may be long to have till our death. That bouquet para, I liked it very much...Those who love and value you, will definitely understand your love for them, as you know the love you give to them is like an oasis in heart of desert. This question can be taken in other way too. for anyone giving will feel like they have given their heart, but the receiving hand too should have the same feeling, unfortunately it may not happen. Expectations are more. These cradle songs can never be forgotten. Beautiful way you have penned it. I loved reading each lines....