July August
Waken you up
To the whiteness all around
Which in purity abounds
At a stretch
Few yards
Eyes can travel
Beyond those yards
One himself has to travel
Arousing curiosity
Beyond those yards
A change for the eyes
Those with no desires
Try to disembowel the fog
To look beyond the mist
The mist of their lives
And to their pleasant surprise
Freshness greenery and water find.
......the curtain of mist will rise and the show of every life that fleets or snails will be seen by us all around. It is a poem that reads into the veiled plenty... Thank you sir for your detailed comment on my poem, The Indian Girl You Know Not. Let there be many more good poems up your imagination to be shared with us in the coming 2013 and I wish you A VERY VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Yes, we have to look beyond the mist to see the greenery! ! A poem that goes beyond the surface meaning! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just like de freshly falleng leaves...and my cnnn catch de beauty of those seasons...vry energetic poem sir...