The path is laid and sometimes with turn
I moved too with intent of a bloom
I shuffled the earth below my feet
because I could hear the murmur of breeze
singing to me the song of dawn, of new light
how beauty is possible, goodness is
sometimes I felt I am too queer
nevertheless bounded by rhythm of universe
I never stopped, never asked
why it is pink of horizon or blue
it doesn't mattered, it mattered to me
it is there where I often went and came never hollowed
I wanted this beauty to long last
till the earth is rotating and we in her bosom danced.
A refined poetic imagination, Neelam. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
singing to me the song of dawn, of new light how beauty is possible, goodness is...rhythm of the universe, horizon, blue, lasting beauty.. such a fine poem. so many thoughts, poetic.. tony
It is my delight to share with you this poem. Thanks for appreciation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought out and nicely crafted in persuasive expressions with artistic brilliance. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Neelam.