[veena an indian musical instrument]
the veena speaks to
the finger which strokes on it
soul a listener
the soft breeze speaks to
a flower it brushes on
soul inhales fragrance
[inspired from a song of a tamil poet KANNADASAN]
Within the fragrance...we find this freshness...your words my brother.....stunning 10+++
A wonderful piece for its depth of contents. Actually, best compositions are born when our mind is completely lost in the deep, indwelling spirit. This poem reflects that you too had such an experience. Thanks.
Music, breezes and flowers weave through these Senryu. I love them both! 10 Karin Anderson
deep words...witness my soul...to move on...such a dialogue...listen to heart and wonder my soul that all are just a beginning of life....you have a line of a poet that make the reader to love of what is life...thank you and God Speed....a 10 +
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
soul inhales fragrance beautifully written