Aditya marched
Several hundred of them two
Followed their king or was it the beat
Of the golden drums that played
One stroke for every step
The music was the pace.
We all too stride
The flowers, bees and birds
Rest of us and animals too
We beat to His steps
His sounds, show the way
Only His Will shall end this race.
Do not try to look but,
On land and mountain tops
For His presence or divinity
The Sun, the rhythm, the air, the womb
Why don't we just see around?
All of us are his trace.
very nice poem beautifully written by you. i liked it very much. :)
Aditya, the Sun is the great source of energy and our Lord Siva is the greatest of all! Good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! really great poem.So wonderful..so beautiful....so meaningful.....Actually I am out of words to praise you! !