When on our couch we lie
In the stillness of the night,
The soul from its slumber arise
It expresses its deep surprise:
On our follies of the dream day
On sand dunes the castles of clay,
Crafty crow mean business joins
It is busy in amassing clay coins.
Dedicated life of luxury and lust
Grind own axe in charitable trust,
Worldly grandeur goes with gust
Starts journey of the dust to dust.
From there a genial current flows
The world says your poetry glows.
Several threads that bring out various realms of thoughts, nice to read.
...its sch athing to feel..and when its captured in words to be set free in the mind encoutering it, its great. sir, your words do glow.
you have sprinkled the poem with a dash of humour and loads of wisdom. its in the silence of the night, if at all we take stock of the day, we realise our follies, hollowness of our worldly pursuits. very enlightening poem, Sir. Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You make some very pertinent and interesting observations in this provocative piece CP.. good write, thanks