Genesis spreads as old days fading…
Exuberant life charm triggers again
Apart from all the malice once
Tormented the being…
Silky time flows nonchalantly;
Days possess every detail;
Night chants the moony carols.
Susceptible mind unites the poles.
11th Jan 2009
absolutely amazing. a poem carved out of your experience and genius. thank you very much. loved this poem.
Let the show go on.... as said your perspective is candid and vivacious.... life itself is a game to be played in the given span of time...where each participates active or passive....good n bad merry n gloom......so goes............ thanks for sharing noble thoughts /salu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words are expressing very deep feelings and emotions within you.