It is not a tale,
It isn't a fable;
But an existence,
Mingled with essence;
Worthy to me
And may be to you;
But to the rest,
A little of no value.
Rivers flow
And the valleys glow,
The sound of rain
That snatches all the pain.
Flowers when smile,
Send the infirm into exile;
Gloom is fine
When stars shine.
Lad with a glance
Is craving a chance,
Maid with a smile
Gives assent in a while.
Amorous embrace
With a divine grace,
An eternal view,
But is always new.
Shine of a sickle,
Speaks very little;
Unspoken dimness
Is in search of firmness.
Wheels roar
And wealth comes more,
Withered faces,
Lagging in races.
Rulers claim
Their triumph in the game;
Tend to keep down
With a vanity crown;
They hope they will stay
Forever, in this way;
But they are very feeble
Like momentary bubble.
People act strange
As they see them change;
They never change
Though dynasties change.
My blessed solitude
Then tell as they would
Be pebbles in presence
But gems in absence.
Beautiful poem Samya. Superb lines.......I loved reading it. People act strange As they see them change; They never change Though dynasties change. My blessed solitude Then tell as they would Be pebbles in presence But gems in absence. Very true said, no one loves to change. Thought provoking question whether one want to Be pebbles in presence But gems in absence. Loved the way you presented it. Keep writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is not a tale, it is not a fable but an existence. Beautifully expressed poem shared on the desk.