O' tricky children of the sphere
Mass of gasses and vapour dittoing to flare
Trickling through my nostrils to swear
That my life ever is you compounded air
O' smart invisible blare
Invisible, yet sun, moon, all twinkling to glare
Elated my eyes to swear
That my life ever is you compounded air
O' invisible solitaire
Of zephyr and thunder a melody you bear
Merry my ears swear
That my life ever is you compounded air
O' invisible painter
Of azure and 'bow an aesthetic you bear
Blown my mind enthralled to swear
That my life ever is you compounded air
Visible, audible, sensible for us everywhere
Of yourself are you aware
That scary too, now a smoky, toxic ware
so much to see within the air if we take the the time to stand and stare. magical.....John
Each stanza is like a fresh air caressing our face. The air which our ancestors preserved is becoming now scary - the last lines ring the alarm to make us set things aright.
O' smart invisible blare Invisible, yet sun, moon, all twinkling to glare Elated my eyes to swear That my life ever is you compounded air - - A fascinating piece work! My pleasure reading it time and again! Stay always happy and blessed dear madam!
I felt revisiting this poem because I love reading it again and again. I quote: “O' smart invisible blare/Invisible, yet sun, moon, all twinkling to glare/Elated my eyes to swear/That my life ever is you compounded air”. You must have put your heart and soul in penning this elegant piece of poetry! Pray God bless you always dear madam…….10
An extraordinary poem. Without air we can't survive but air pollution is leading to so many disease. When will we stop polluting nature...
O' invisible painter Of azure and 'bow an aesthetic you bear Blown my mind enthralled to swear That my life ever is you compounded air....Wonderful expression! Its an adorable piece of poetry! Thanks dear madam for sharing....10
A beautiful poem on the atmosphere, Indira Ranganathan's skill of writing poems is shining throughout the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem on air...thank you mam for your lovely comment on'thiruvalluvar....' please read my 'is it a recession', 'the oldest love', ...'the chemotherapy'... ' arare commodity'