This Day
This day, like a white crisp sheet of paper
This day, like a fragrant golden champak flower
Stares at me
Lures me
Dares me
and scares me with permutations
Of all possibilities it could be.
I, then,
Go back at it
Mock at it
And lock it
Revengefully, bang my door
Monsoon winds on distant shore
Thus me and my day
Without option
With friction and
strange attraction
Stay together ever after
Doors shake, walls falter.
-Bharati
Yes every day just like a white sheet of paper for life. Every action performed becomes the writing for reaction on this to reap fruits of karma. Amazing philosophy is drawn here....10
Amazing flight of imagery is evident through out in the fast flow of the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This day like a white crisp of paper This day like a fragrant champak flower - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dares me and scares me with permutations Of all possibilities it could be- - - - - -A great poem with permutations of all possibilities of bringing brighter days.Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
Thank you dear Bharati ji, yes, the poem points at all possibilities a day offers and we let go, only awareness can save us from wasting a precious day..
This day, like a white crisp sheet of paper This day, like a fragrant golden champak flower Stares at me Lures me Dares me...... great thoughts and meditation on the new day how it is daring to commit oneself to the new day with the new opportunities...... very nice poem. thank you very much dear poetess. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
A day that stares at me, lures me, dares me, and scares me… It's true we live with this day forever! Top marks!