A Solitary Rambler……… Poem by Girija KSK
A Solitary Rambler………
Sleep is like an enchanting country,
where often I have no entry………..!
Enthralled with its secret treasures,
I loiter long with languid steps,
all along its borders dark!
Passing through me, many do enter,
with ease and placid bliss by far…….
The hunger bitten urchins in filth,
seem lifted by air from the high way they rest!
Within no time, all are swept and merged
into this realm, from where I am expelled!
So forlorn, I ramble day by day,
with failing hope,
and faltering steps,
all along the bewitching realm,
awaiting a hailing note and cheer!
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Loitering along the edge is often beautiful - particularly for an imaginative poet. Yes, sleep is bliss. Vedanta says that is the time you are closest to yourself. But that time of transition from fantasy into total oblivion is a beautiful land. It enchants and makes one more and more convinced that all creation is within oneself and not outside (10) .
The beggars on pavements and the street urchins sleep away to glory in the night, though they don't have a quilt or mattress to lie upon. But many even in AC rooms and plush surroundings long to have a ride in Sleep's chariot! So forlorn, I ramble day by day, with failing hope, and faltering steps, all along the bewitching realm, awaiting a hailing note and cheer! Lovely lines........! Keep writing Girija! Best of Luck!
Thank you for your encouraging words. This means a lot to me, especially from someone like you.
Effortlessly, you transport the reader to a world..... of sleep '.... where often I have no entry………..! So forlorn..... I ramble day by day.... with failing hope', Amazing one.
Thanks a lot for your kind words. As a new comer your words encourage me to write more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:02:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The opening lines: Sleep is like an enchanting country Very often I have no entry What a lovely and incisive start. Beautiful poetry.Girija, you touched my heart, may be because I too am an insomniac, so short of sleep. Always jealous of my wife who from 10 in the night to 7 in the morn. Keep writing and keep posting in ph. Thanks.