Where thy melody has gone
is it lost with eternal wave
or is stolen by the stars.
Have you given it to flowers
or the birds or the nightingale
or you have given it to breeze
who has not yet returned
or the low tide has hidden
in her breast, where thy melody is?
Spring is knocking at
without your melody
spring will be futile
without your melody
my cottage will remain dark.
Melody is lost but we need to search it gain. Life is cheerful in his eternal melody. Through his grace only spring knocks our door. Wonderful and beautiful one.
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So true, indeed! Without our interior melody, spring is futile, there's no rhythm flowing to enjoy nature while living. Our beings will remain in the darkness if we cannot hear it playing to our souls. Very thought-provoking poem Ramesh, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Thank you, RoseAnn