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Nothingness is gripping my soul.
From the heart of my hearts I feel
something was, encircling me like
ozone to cover me from the ultra-ray
to ask me the atmosphere of my heart!
Night falls on day, day collapses
to evening but none opens their
mouth to convey thru rustle of
the air, who was here just near
me, as a brook, flowing as a lass!
No fury, no sound disturbs me
in this vale of silence!
I'm waiting in timeless eternity
for the clarion call,
to glue me as a leaf in its
prehistoric tree,
not to be detached ever! !
I'm waiting in timeless eternity - for a clarion call- - are the words which touch the deep recesses of the heart! Simply superb ! !
All Neela's poems are wonderful because you feel their vitality anytime.
beautiful poem with beautifu; thought thank for sharing thank you Hari
Sadness around the heart makes the reader think for happiness for the poet... a glimmer of hope a leaf always knows when to let go...regards
In the vale of silence, waiting for the clarion call to be glued to the prehistoric tree like a leaf, never to be detached! Great imagery! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sound different.a bit...from previous work but it always has sharp images in mind to imagine all words here..great work Hari_Soul