The fading clouds
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Oh, the dweller of ‘Vijay Top’
Thine downy appearance hath a mystic path
Your angelic grace is born of
A mate less mother, celestial froth.
Fumes that arise from a fathomless deep
Sweep through the cosmos and merge within lights
What errands do you mystify and why do you creep?
Over sun-smitten cliffs, and sunken heights.
I explore the waterless oceans
Winged by a crushing will, over-burning desire
Break through the mystery of life in cherished fire
And melt off my own nature and traditions.
Your fading frame over wading cries
Beyond the skies and where souls’ habitation lies.
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All rights reserved/June 1959/B N Kaul
Yor dad wrote this wondrous poem? I say he was a most splendid mentor. Dis piece is great esp d line, 'sweep through the cosmos'. Kudos.
oh really this one very lovely.. written on so early and yet it modern... really appreaciable.. like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful tribute to your father! How he has snapshot the entire beauty of the snow capped mountain peaks and looked down into the depths and mysteries of life! A very profound write! Thanks for the great comment!