From this bank of misery I may depart,
To a wide sky soon with my lonely heart
The time has come to hear the sound of bugle
Then I'll strengthen my wings like an eagle
And soar high from this land of beast
To my Eternal Father's home for the feast
Lovely write....you rest from writing for so long, but once you come back you bring the shine again..loved it_Unwritten Soul
I strongly agree with unwritten soul....it's a qualitative work...
I really look for poems with a spiritual aroma.....coz that sounds me how a poet takes himself and his life......to learn from such worlds......... brilliant job!
Oh, Vipins, so rhythmic write.I know this is your temporary feeling which made you write this poem with pessimistic note. Marvelous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kerala is the heavenly land of God of Nature. But you are scared by human beasts and is raring to rise to Elysium for tasting the feast. Well done VPN. Rhythm flows like the rills on the slopes of hills. Rated *****