lay in the sky
are the teardrops that spark
i call them stars and moon
and the sun giving light…
In the earth i saw the heaven
In his eyes there is peace
an angelic call I heard
from the song of his loving heart…
it goes like this, .. his love
is a place i longed
the strings continue strumming
Chopin the keyboard of tunes...
as I saw his shadow
in the dim light of the crowd
made me think that still am lucky
lucky to see the umbra in the night…
the voices I heard in my sleepless night
are the faces I saw in the first morning sun
i wish if this day will end
same shadow will take my hand...
In dedication to “”harmonik, America’s got talent””
.. his love is a place i longed the strings continue strumming Chopin the keyboard of tunes..................... symphony reels through by flutes of love milling the shadows by vibes of chopin, stunning display of love in longing on rungs of tune,10+++, thanks for sharing
the voices I heard in my sleepless night are the faces I saw in the first morning sun Perfectly illustrated the undying admiration. And the ultimate desire of such admiration should be....... I WISH IF THIS DAY WILL END / SAME SHADOW WILL TAKE MY HAND FOREVER.........FOREVER......... Its truth that poet is in truest sense a farmer who always cultivates love in different seasons and different standard of soil to save the earth from cruel catastrophe. Thank you much, poet, as an inhabitant of this globe, I am also grateful to you for seeding such admiration. Regards, 10++ pranab
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Admiration wells up inside ones self we are all different but the undying kind fills this poem++++10 regards