As he listens to the running brook,
He closes his eyes and the little book.
It lends a rich, melodious harmony
worth beyond all quotes and ceremony.
Upon the dales whispers the wind,
Upon the branches twitter umpteen wings.
He listens to the tales of the distant hills,
He is into the womb of a pregnant silence.
Life is not definitions, a set of rules,
Life is beyond purchases from shopping malls.
Remember, we are disciples, life, a teacher,
Let our tainted visions ever not us tether.
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Tether = Rope and cow by which grazing animal is restricted to a radius.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A marvelous poem, Ravi. I agree 100%. Thank you for sharing Peace
Thank you Kelly for your comment.