It rained and rained and rained
Heavily in pursuit setting purity
With ablution, serenity and quietude- -
As though there was a real wash;
Things looked true and neat,
Every bit of dust and excess heat,
Cornered turmoil and weird bash,
Fearful gestures and withdrawn solitude
Like some phenomenal rarity
Had all been to a Deep, drained;
The mind like Pegasus spurred
Gallops and floats atop the peak
In the wilds of mountainous fancy - -
Perfection, poise and pensive buoyancy
In all thought sand forms to seek;
The Soul is then expressively heard;
The Divine abode of Inspiration
Lies in rectitude, freshness and sublimation
Inthe wildsof mountainous fancy - - Perfection, poise andpensivebuoyancy In all thoughts and forms to seek; a very fine poem of inspiration...... thank u dear poet.. tony
Poetic literature is meant for inspiration. Accepting Divine inspiration and freshness is good. An interesting and wisely penned poem is beautifully penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fabulous poem..... just magnificent