Once there was spring all around
With plants and blooms in shade and scent abound
Butterflies from here and there and places unseen
Flitted back and forth in colorful sheen
Birds sang tuneful songs of contentment
Squirrels and bunnies hopped in spirits buoyant
But all along now I see trees, leafless and bare
Nakedly shivering in winter’s chilly air
Even when the Earth adorns in full glory
Here I bide alone, so dull and dreary
Oh! Dear! Why have you hurriedly left me?
Was it to make me drift aimless in this turbulent sea?
We were once a happy pair of doves
Seeking warmth under each other’s wings
By sundown, we flew to our evening nest
Under temple spires, we sought easeful rest
We walked the meadows, gathering spring flowers
We roamed aimless through ocean strands
We watched life’s ceaseless ebb and flow
We waited eager to grab life’s evanescent glow
We knew sorrow’s depth and worth
Each morn, for us, was love’s rebirth
We walked close to paths supernal
And lived ever in love eternal
Now I have lost the rhyme n’ rhythm of life
I see the world around with sorrows rife
I am a broken reed far beyond repair
With no songs to be played now or ever
Once we danced to the rising and lilting measure
Each synchronized step, we took with such pleasure
Oh! I hear from far, your anklets rhyme and chime
They ring in my ears through the time
Each wayside flower to me recalls your lovelorn face
The wind swayed lilacs reflect your grace
Deep in silent night the odor of your flowing hair
Comes wafting, and for a while, I feel you near
A boundless emptiness often fills my space
The question –‘What next’ stares at my face
Yet never shall I yield, but shall bravely sail
Hoping, we together shall meet at the Golden Dale
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thnk god its fictitious but a marvellous write as alwyas...njoied reading it....
this is wonderful poetry.wish there should be no end to it.very nice.
Beautiful Valsa, very romantic and inspired, and a delightful read. Well done.
An exquisite poem rendered with such excellence, though fanciful and fictitious is very stimulating, ! The poem held me spell bound with its musical flow rhyme and rhythm.Simply great, Valsa!
Fictitious it may be, but still very powerful. It grabbed me from the start and would not let me go. Wonderful work.
A boundless emptiness often fills my space The question –‘What next’ stares at my face Yet never shall I yield, but shall bravely sail Hoping, we together shall meet at the Golden Dale....touching expression with a bright hope. Beautiful poem so nicely executed. Thanks for shaing.
In this turbulent sea! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So this piece is to be enjoyed for its beauty and poetry, there's no need to contextualize from the angle of a poetess, and of course there's nothing like the jilted love...Beautiful lines are many, like: Once there was spring all around Now I have lost the rhyme n’ rhythm of life