As Swaying By The Swing Poem by Dr subhendu kar
As Swaying By The Swing
just the beauty of a leaf green
when swaying by the own wings
thrumming expanded entire within
caring least to the space encircled
be the stormy rain or thirsty summer
time moves on by its crafty swings
joy and sorrow when webbed together
the very texture of flow by the man
when raving upon by own space and time
beckoning through chilled winds carefree
or gleeful gale of fledging the fire listless
but to be calm and cool by the happenings
stances thrust upon yet unearthly uncontrolled
the soul when glittered by the beams of love
refluxed by the Godly gleams when bestowed
upon by the time we pledge in acceptance
the plexus of life and living by the journey
the splendors of visitor to a tourist spot
on the milieu of the stream of eternal flow
truth of beauty finale absolute infinitesimal
You have certainly captured the eternal and natural rhythms here. Rgds, Ivan
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5/4/2024 11:17:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem of yours reminds me the wordings of William Butler - 'Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.” A good read indeed. Thank you.