(I met Kabir)
This morning when in trance,
At my body I had a glance,
Me, its composition amazed,
How deftly are the elements caged! ! !
I met a potter, the Earth,
At the wheel she had berth;
Carving the pots so fine,
No artist can ever design.
Its every piece was unique,
Built with a perfect technique.
She had designed a cage,
Nine exits she did stage.
The Fire provided it the fuel,
The Water did keep it cool,
The Sky did its limit provide,
The Air bird was there inside.
The Air fanned them all,
Them in their places install.
The world suddenly became alive,
It was at the Marine Drive.
The bird inside cluttered and danced,
Its all activities I glanced.
Finally, Life bird flew out,
From my trance I came out.
very beautiful words. i could imagine this before my very eyes.
This is written very good, and enjoyed the way you exucuted this.... Very nice feel. Bonnie
A skillful use of rhyme and metaphor combine to produce a very fascinating piece.10, for your vivid experience. Warm regards, Sandra
amazing is your writing........pancha boothangal and its value depicted in a beautiful way........kindly see my 10++
'The world suddenly became alive, /It was at the Marine Drive.' I liked this poem and enjoyed the insertion of this line.
The bird inside cluttered and danced, Its all activities I glanced. Rachel Ann Butler
A very enjoyable read CP, great imagery in this amazing piece, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very wholesome... lover of nature...of nature's gift... the gift of life... a very lovely poem displayed here... elements are wonderfully pictured out ...interesting write....thoughts are superbly described(as usual) 10+++