'Tis the perfect time to remember
O, I recall all to this December
Those burning embers
Of my smouldering souls' chambers;
The lost dreams,
The lorn-affections,
And those leprous hopes,
They turn'd my eyes dark
And part'd their slumber.
Like a loafer I wander'd for piece of loaves
And I wished the peace from th' shade of leaves
All I need is a tabernacle to immure;
The wounds of my past life,
And the pains of my future life;
I need a cure,
From all the incurable scars,
And the stanchless tears:
As I always await a lure;
A lure of bright light
In my e'ery dark night,
And I always await for that
To go up my life in my own gait,
From the beginning of every New Year
Or bring my life to bear;
In e'ery day of my life's sphere.
O Lord, unto thee, I lift my soul;
Fill now my heart's bowl!
Bless me with majestic dreams,
Gift me a dearie with chaste love,
And bless us with shoreless hopes.
O Lord, unto thee, I lift my soul;
Fill now my heart's bowl!
filling of heart's bowl! ! ! you are crying for the moon...
Thanks again Vipins for this lovely poem. The words are wondrously selected. I felt drifted unto the highest mountains of hope. I feel revigurated and quench of my long thirst. You are a great poet....Virginia
u write pretty gud, i mean great command on words. jus 1 thing, d 2nd last line, is it meant 2 be load?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic array of thoughts and emotions. Great stuff for coming January! Marks 10++++ Rekhamandagere