Yet the golden bell
when tune wakes up from the sorrow
as inspiring by the hope of tomorrow
the dream when jingles by the green
the graceful glow
when painted by the rays of rainbow
when unseen into the folds of the cloud
the morning as delightful by the mirror
searching upon the milieu
the gleeful flairs as glazed
when delved out from the crowd deep
as shimmering across the moon
when untouched even by the rain
the mute voices when besotted
by the cuckoo’s song
the breath slithers one after the other
the dream onto the hope unexhausted
by the quests and queries
for the musk to follow
still we move by the passion
pattens never seem to be of your own
another wonderful poetry dr. kar I truely enjoy every words and very inspiring.....
A splendid poem artful in every sense, a great read indeed! ! *10*! ! Best regards! ! Friend Thad
Inspiring by the hope of tomorrow lovely and superb. very catchy line, the flow of this poem is so beautiful. feel like reading it over and over agian and absorb in its wordings. excellent work of art i must say. thanks for sharing with all. take crae seema
'the dream onto the hope unexhausted' You are very talented author! It is surprising poems with fantastic metaphors... ...10... Thanks for yours kind words, Tsira
In truth my friend your words come alive on the screen for me...the emotions and beauty of your words guide the reader to want to read more! .Truly you hold so much talent and so much ability to share your beautiful thoughts. Another wonder filled piece of work Subhendu...... Keep the faith and share lots as I enjoy your writing tremendously! ((Smile)) Shelley
You have such a distinctive poetic voice Subhendu. Rich and intensely lyrical with images that linger long after the page has closed. I love your 'jingle by the green' and your 'besotted by the cuckoos's song'. Beautiful penning. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words in the poem felt nice when read.