Sun filtering warmth
Through Silver Oak trees,
As I lay
Resting my head
Against
The trunk….
Only sound
Of Holy Ganges,
Gurgling in the vicinity…
Birds paying
Homage quietly
From the top of tree…
In God’s abode,
Hrishikesh
mamtaji... poetic visuals... i am resting there on your poetic lap... listening to the most beautiful lullaby 10 votes
you took me on a pilgrimage while sitting in the routine comfort of my room...
Respected Mamtaji, Nice creation. It is enough to reach Risikesh through the waves of you poem.... Abode of God.....Regds/shymal
Scriptures and elders say that there is always an associated sernity at abodes of God, be it a temple, church or a masjid. For a second I felt that I missed a good piligrimage for a very long time.
Your moment of peace, the sights, the sounds are wonderful......in the lap of the Gods. Bob
Beautiful words Mamta, terrific poem. Best wishes, Andrew
As i witnessed the same & recapitulating the same. Very pure verse. Happy New Year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful display of resplendent imagery...and i think, possibly an apropos''PICTORIAL''tribute to the famous, and admired Indian filmaker, who passed in 2006, at the age of 84..... Hrishikesh Mukhurgee? Very Fine Work, Mamta. FjR