My Wanderlust Poem by Valsa George
My Wanderlust
At times I wander far….
Far away from all human habitats
Away from all prying eyes
Following the bent
Of my vagrant inclination;
Into Nature’s sylvan pockets
To places studded with trees
To the tranquil bosom of the woods
Or
Onto the heights of bald headed hills
Where shrubs struggle to strike root
From the cleft of rocks and ledges
Where in hollows, wild bushes grow in clusters
To watch the shreds of hovering mist
To gaze upon piles of sailing clouds
To shout loud and whistle long
And to listen to the hills
Mimicking my own sound
There I will hop and jump,
Like a sprightly forest fawn,
As I don’t fear
Either the silently gliding streams,
Or the clump of swaying trees,
The host of wild flowers,
Or the monstrous mossy rocks,
Either the birds or the beasts
Never will they watch my cranky pranks
And call me a loony
As here my own men might do!
Wish you a wonderful voyage To the innocent interiors of nature, Where you would only be haunted By the inseparable thoughts; The Homo Sapiens' Curse That has caused him shoulder The worst of blames since ages, Though souls turned scapegoats
A very fine narration of journey of fancy and realization of reality. It dashes along the hills and valleys like the clouds of William Wordsworth.So romantic.
Beautiful poem Valsa, I do agree with what Dinesh Sir had said..We cannot escape, but we have to face it.. In one way or the other way all are facing it. Again how one face it, really matters..This beautiful voyage, you have presented in unique way, I liked it..
Wandering away from all prying eyes enjoying the nature, hills, falls, treees, flowers and little animals is really a wonderful experience.
Yes madam, it is really a beautiful poem with heart touching description. My favorite lines are as follows. To watch the shreds of hovering mist To gaze upon piles of sailing clouds To shout loud and whistle long And to listen to the hills Mimicking my own sound There I will hop and jump, Like a sprightly forest fawn, Thanks for sharing.
such wanderings bring peace to the soul and inspire beautiful poetry thanks Valsa-10
This is simply amazing write....Valsa.........you are always the best while creating nature in your pen.....10/10
I want to go to that place of still nature, you paint a beautiful place to be alone and recharge, very nice to read thanks for that...beautiful...regards
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Your poem reminds me of the lines from Tennyson I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees... But do all places to visit have to be lonely where you only hear echo of your own voice. One may be able to achieve this by closing eyes in a closed room with no one around and delve into a moment of imagination. But all the nature's features in your poem are beautiful and attractive. Thank you for a lovely poem.