A faded out meaning
of the ineffable,
still lingers, languidly
in the hollow word,
of language and its translated beauty.
The lost cadence,
of cosmic indulgence,
still slumbers its rhythm
in the echoing depth,
of a man’s consciousness.
The song of eternity,
of infinite life,
though smothered into a groping lullaby,
still renders its remnants,
to the seeking palm
of the hesitant man.
A vague cry
from deep within a man’s chest,
still seeks its echo
in the ancient hallway
of a life-less wisdom,
but alive-
with a fragile vulnerability
of a creator’s pulse.
hi, i read a few poems of yours.i think u write very well......n a liked tis 1 quite a lot....wonderful i believe
so much depth and philosopy here that i had to read it twice lovely +++10 anjali
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I would like to translate this poem
'A vague cry from deep within a man’s chest, still seeks its echo' An excellent poem with amazing imagery.10+++