...A Tale Of The Night. Poem by Sarvesh Kulkarni
...A Tale Of The Night.
The reticence of the night-sky
gets whispered in the depth
of the oceanic lake.
With a glimmer of expression,
the tides portray
birth-root of the stars.
And the imagination of the pitch-black hour
spills in the ink-ful extravaganza
of a poetic thought.
A tale of centuries
looms large
in the grandeur of the infinite ambience.
And slowly,
the light of reason
spreads its prismatic carpet
as the sun rises in sublimity.
And all this voyage
of the night's imagination
wraps itself up.
and subdued, just twinkles and dies silently
with the last gleam of hopeful moonlight...
And thus wakes up the morn,
missing the delight that almost never was!
hmmmmmmmmmmmm this is what i felt after reading your poem.it is so pleasent.
Yes; the hopeful moonlight miss out the sublime sun...creative work, Sarvesh...excellent imageries...and a truth behind...10 Read my piece- Of A Hideout Mysterious...if you haven't so far
Beautiful. I was swept away by the elegance of this write and the beauty of its imagery. A perfect 10 from me.
A mystic exhaltation of the 'Night' with all its romantic splendour. The imagery used conjours a sense of the elusive as well as what become alluring, about it. Seems like a mediatation upon the very feeling of what it is to be alive at night and be enraptured in it. A great piece of poetry.
awesome poem sarvesh....I really admire your thoughts....shine on....10
Thanks for your immediate response Sarvesh...you have already read...your poem is at par...in its depth its wit and wisdom alike Kesav
A tale of centuries looms large in the grandeur of the infiite ambience. Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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And thus wakes up the morn, missing the delight that almost never was! ...you are a wise soul. dear young man!