How do you like the way
a poem comes to you?
Is it a mere stray thought,
a momentary effusion,
some random musing
or the mind unmasked
on leisurely flowing lines,
feeling, restraint combined?
Whatever you conjure up,
it comes from the recess
of the heart unleashed,
singing with a new accent
the enduring glory of life
along the path untrodden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very lucid and beautiful depiction of writing a poem. It comes from the recess of the heart unleashed', is so appropriate and enticing. Great poem, I love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn