I am a little springlet
That has fallen
Into the great ocean of poetry
And has lost its identity
Still, I enjoy
Flowing with my fellow poets
Wondering at the rare jewels
That light up the dark ocean floor
The identity lost soon regains power of golden moment in poetry ocean and even a little spring-let enjoys words of wisdom with dignity and duty. Tender light of this amazing ocean motivates mind towards super cosmic power. Beauty of poetry allows a person to sing for life and God. Rare jewels wonder mind. Values fill life with inner beauty. Ocean floor shines with golden light. An interesting identity is given about self and ambition in this excellently drafted beautiful poem....10
Google is playing mischief of predicting words and modifying them even after you write one. Springlet was misspelt as Springer. Subhas
Sometimes, when the rain falls, what looked like a springlet has become a mighty flow of water!
4 stars. 'Rare jewels', yes, is what I think of the numbers of poems I find here (sometimes) , on PH, which I consider precious jewels; they ARE 'rare' aka few and far between. : ) bri
Every droplet contributes to the beauty and greatness of the ocean. Of Poetry. Though, the droplet loses its identity, it is every such small droplet contributed by the smallest springlet that makes the ocean. Some too tiny, some a little bigger
A very tender and light poem, my you shine in the ocean of poems!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a little springlet That has fallen Into the great ocean of poetry And has lost its identity - - - - - A great write, thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Bharati!