Lead me by my hand
O, mother solitude
Into thy loving womb
Of solitude interior,
Into the anguish unknown,
Where praying buds
blossom into flowers divine.
Magnificent solitude fascinates me to understand the whole with its reasonable meaning. Yes, the poem has a certain meaning with depth. In third line, poet has illustrated the womb as 'terrible' one, but in sixth and seventh line we see poet again tells about a truth....Where praying buds / blossom into flowers divine. Here i am being very much confused about the womb of solitude interior. What the contrast the poet has expressed by using the word Terrible. The womb which is Terrible.....is it possible for a bud by praying, blossoming into divine flower! ! Perhaps poet can show us the right path by breeding another poem. Simply fantastic a piece of art..................10++ Regards, pranab
I love this poem! I often escape into the darkness to seek the beauty that so many people don't realize is there. And here you are begging to be in solitude and point out that once there everything that is dark blooms and becomes beautiful! Wonderful poem poet.
Solitude is a great word....the stillness of mind...fine poem dear poet...
A short beautiful poem with a meaningful message. '' Where praying buds Blossom into flowers divine.'' Wonderful lines from a great poem.10+++
Hello Dear Tony, Lead me by my hand! Such a wonderful poem! God leads us always! Some recognise it, others do not! You are one of God's chosen sons, loved and blessed.! A full 100
thank you dear Geeta.. for such blessings. i want to be the loved one of God.. but my imperfections.? ?
Dear Tony It's your generosity of spirit which is conveyed so beautifully in this fine, flowing verse. Love it. Tom Billsborough
Optimism and hope are the fuel of a soul. I am a kind of person who looks for a silver lining. People do escape into terrible places in the search of happiness but again in the midst of pain and suffering we blossom like flowers with the continous and unshakable belief. Perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mother solitude. lead me by your hand..................... a call to be silent and wait for God? solitude is a need of the times.