Two souls stand
as the rain washes
the window panes
of dust and pain
of loneliness and wanting
their eyes set skywards
while pools and puddles of hope
form unseemly beneath their feet.
life evolves on ground
But dreams are skywards
The dreams that aims at the sky, the dust and lonliness washed away by the rain in this mundane world, the pools of hope on which we all build our lives. Everything is evolving here on the ground....... the two souls........... thank you. this is a fine poem with so much of imagination, thinking and an evolving philosophy which connects the earth and the heavens. liked it very much dear poetess. tony
this is my first attempt in a posting a poem. my dream fulfilled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life evolves on ground But dreams are skywards. Beautiful inference and welcome to PH.