Right atop the lush green valley
Behold, my aging eyes, a bunch of kites,
Dancing in style and floating high,
They vault into the vast azure sky
I hear children's excited cries,
That rocks the whole place with innocent might
Memories mine now on their flight
Join the past shows in silent delight
23 01 2009
This is very good, it's a complex idea shaped with few words. That's not something that's easy to do, good job.
Kesav, you paint a beautiful picture, memory allows us the luxury of having visited a moment in time, we can have mind paintings of it, for all of time. Bob
you're really talented poets, great work kesav....thank u for sharing my friend..
it is about me childhood days kesav hi i used to fly kites and kites and kites up when they dot the ski in colours different we frolicked and frenzied as if we were heroes it sounds as if you had a childhood the way i had vast paddy fields after harvest scores of chldren from the neighbourhoods summer vacation or some other vacation it was kites all the way up in hte sky
Wow, so many poet friends who care deeply about you. I hope your heart is Dancing in style and floating high, Vaulting into the vast azurine sky... among the beauty and grace of many other poets and friends.
I don't remember if I have already commented on this nor have I patience to check through the comments down but I have pleasure in addressing you 'the wisdom-poet'...yes, you are
Great poem and nobody had trouble recognizing it as such, I see. Love your description of memories flying into the vault of mind.
hy dude...yu got me drownd in ma memories while readin this poem....great work...........realistic n creative works are alwys been n ur style......behold my aging eyes a bunch of kites..............lovely line.........admired a lot..i gve yu 10+++ fr this one.......sebastine
i really dont know how to comment about such an awsome poem........i am out of words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice piece.. love it..