sarojini pattayat

Rookie - 24 Points (01.01.1963 / Odisha, India)

My City - Poem by sarojini pattayat

Open the window,
sweet fragrance of morning
will fill the surrounding;
Please, stop and listen,
the joyous sound of
morning bell of temple,
'Adan' of mosque,
'calm prayer' of church,
painted with mystery.
Whole world in gaiety
beyond all destruction,
and selfishness;
somewhere we feel,
Somebody watching,
commending us for simple living
and high thinking
for our survival and peace.


Comments about My City by sarojini pattayat

  • Rookie - 122 Points Yash Shinde (3/14/2014 10:29:00 AM)

    poem depicts the bond between us and our native place...great work (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 45,954 Points Gajanan Mishra (12/8/2012 7:42:00 AM)

    Our survival and peace. good poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 8, 2012


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