At night
When she unveils her body,
A fragrance fills the air,
He is into the coolest springs.
In a few moments
He is back from the torrents.
The whispering wind is still alive,
The fragrance hasn’t left the vales.
From these singing dales
He thinks of those fire-flies!
They are born in moments
And soon to perish- what do they taste?
Childhood? Youth?
Sex and love?
A timeless age, the feel of rainbow,
And the whispering cascades of life?
Be it anyway,
They too yearn the springs of life.
As the moments crop their wings,
They too crawl for air and scent.
This is an endless quest,
This is the timeless zest.
Every breath is an urge to live,
Every beat is a hope for a dawn.
Yes! This life is an endless urge. Very beautiful indeed.
The primordial urge of the God to be that has created this beautiful universe................A Good Write..........
a creative and evocative portrayal sensous appealing to the olfactory as well as the visions and movement
indeed it is different and lovely poem. you have captured the conqurers feel /emotion aptly.lovely and moving.posted 10 surya
'The Same Equation....' Is that why you've posted the same poem TWICE? ? Even Einstein would love this equation of yours...This one might even overshadow his... Cheers. Subroto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well articulated poem with zest for life. CP