Despondent
Virgin solitary hill
Living next to my drawing room
I always glance through my window
Its rugged surface
Dried aquifer
And hollowness inside
Not a single spring
Not a single tree
To boast of its existence
Everything in its surrounding highlights
Its doomed authority
Perception of oblivion
Evaporated to my surprise
When I saw some excited kids
Scaled its height
And celebrated
Triumphant
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nice poem.(virgin-solitary hill) poets have long been inspired to tune their lyrics to the variations in the land scape william words worth in his solitary reaper '' Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; - I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more'' your virgin-solitary hill remain the above solitary reaper..thanx
Everything in its surrounding highlights Its doomed authority What an great example of projective identification amd subjective meaning making. thanks for sharing Abhinav
Excellent, juxtaposition, of what you see and what actually is. Even the most barren has much to offer in life. Nothing is meaningless.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sir I humbly beg to differ a little with you as Swami Vivekananda remarked Himalayas escalates the highs of mind…unless the mountain peaks have that that brilliance how can it is possible… [Vide infra quote from your poem] ‘…Everything in its surrounding highlights/Its doomed authority…’ On the contrary it is possible in poets mind and here you’ve very acutely deployed your vibe and ingenious… the lows of mountains… Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK