The wind whispered some words to me
In a language so elegant I cannot describe
I felt oddly sad sad and oddly in glee
But the words forever on my heart I inscribe
It spoke with the trees
And carefully beared the leaves
On me it was emollient
A memory is my emolument
They were words of endearment
I don't understand but feel
It was an enigmatic enlightenment
Slowing down the moment's wheel
Every second seemed to last perpetually
For the greater god I am no more an epicure
I find my lost self eventually
But this wicked evergreen sorrow has no cure
Perhaps it's a problem I should help myself with
But surely before my end of wit
In this world I have sinned enough
Now I have but nothing to bluff
You my Young Friend are the master. No Bluff or disguise needed in your verse, Pure Raw Beautiful Verse, Gifted by the Guides and the God in which you trust. Take our praise and store it well, in an EGO proof box to show your other friends who may be in doubt as to your Supreme Class. Because you have it.
..................nice bit of writing Vittal, well done. Cheers, Jerry
nice poem but again the words should flow more this is only my comments....
Very intense and moving - you describe so effectively! Wonderful, well done.
Hey Master.. With mind blowing thoughts and beautiful verses you bring in the depth of the poem.. Great write! ! Love it...! ! ! ! ! ! Cheers.. :)
the last stanza was really gud! ! ! .....lovely description... :)
WICKED EVER GREEN SORROW...LOVELY...A POEM WITH DEPTH AND MATURITY
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice, , cheers...this is a very nice piece, , u r good enough to write such beautiful piece, , keep writing dear, , , always have confidence in your work, , , it's so nice..