Every park bench has an eternal call for you. Just lend your ears and you can hear those voices.
Come and sit a spell,
Take a gentle pause.
Enjoy the bard
The melodious bird
Life boils less hard.
Close your eyes,
Ice your piquant thoughts.
Feel the wind
Feel the waft
Life floats swift.
A child in you peeps,
Altruism unveils a scene.
You are now a feather
Into a momentary trance,
Into an airy delight.
You are in meditation,
You cross all trepidation.
You are on a flight,
Beyond the light,
Heart is now very light.
Come and sit a spell,
Tears you may wipe off.
Inhale the florae,
Pleasantries slowly embrace
The poet begins to muse.
My place has sheltered a vast-
Lovers past and present,
Couples of all class.
They sauntered here
Eons passed a multitude of miracles.
Stars are twinkling now,
In the veil of mist, I am alone.
Leaves are falling
Generations are whispering.
07/07/2017 -
Ravi PanamannA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Ravi. Thanks for sharing. I wish we have parks in Nigeria. I would really love the experience of sitting on a park bench and going through all the wonderful feelings you have expoused.
Thank you for your impressions about this poem. I am happy in that the poem has stirred your heart. It is somewhat sad to think that there are no parks in your place. Local governing bodies must take some initiative in this regard.