Pain Of Flowing With The Dirt Poem by Vidyadhar ....
Pain Of Flowing With The Dirt
Since the ancient times away,
Flowing through the night and day;
From the serene hills around the western bay,
Helping all those who came to stay;
The green leaves & dangling roots of mangrove,
Greet me in their arms to show,
For any rise or fall in the tide flow,
they will preserve me to survive and grow,
Without any pain to feel or show;
I thank the sea for all its grace,
It keeps me alive with its daily raise,
The tide fills me with all the needed spice;
Waiting whole year for the rain to cleanse
All the dirt and pollutant release;
Flora fauna around me they flock,
Flowing dirt pains me with a death knock;
Struggling day by day, I shall survive as a rock,
Till the flora fauna love me and continue to flock;
The third verse was a problem but the poem was beautiful and inspirational enough to overcome it. Overall, nicely done. Greenwolfe 1962
The poem speaks well of the pain of flowing with the dirt from the beginning to the end.
i read it in the philosophical connotation also; like rain can be correlated to the divine grace to wash the dirt of the corrupted heart...great poem Vidya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 3:35:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A totaly Visual Poem. I also write alot about Mother Nature and her ways. Thanks Tracker