In the morning when you pluck the flowers,
Walk down to the temple for morning prayers,
The tranquility what overwhelms me
Is more than that of a song.
When you sing - combing your hair,
The busy bees sucking honey from the flower,
The tranquility what overwhelms me
Is more than that of a song.
In the morning mist when we walk along,
In the dusk we two taking tea in our lawn,
The tranquility what overwhelms me
Is more than that of a song.
With your lovely smile and touch of your hand
My mind chants with joy.
Gives me a feel to be in the seventh sky
Thrilled and content with joy
The tranquility what overwhelms me
Is more than that of a song.
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Amitava (17.01.2014)
The tranquility what overwhelms me Is more than that of a song, , , , , , lovely write, , ,
very divinely and carries intense love feeling...........Amitava Ji.........nice reading.............
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Very peaceful and tranquil feelings come into my soul as I read this poem. Very soothing and beautiful, it's rhythm is more than that of a song - in this you are correct. Love it, Amitava. RoseAnn