The chatter around put on the mute,
I hailed heart to listen to soul's lute,
Creative spikes to spurt,
Mind mindful and alert,
More present, systems to get reboot;
And then heard a voice curt,
Don't daisies rise from dirt?
Let winds blow from every unknown route,
Let thousand sprouts from all around shoot.
From chaos is born calm,
Chaos has its own charm.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 07.02.2017 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let winds blow from every unknown route, Let thousand sprouts from all around shoot. From chaos is born calm, ..... very religious are you in your thinking...... very nice poem. tony
Thank you Dr Antony, but religious, I doubt; spiritual, more likely.