I thought it a fruit of love
I learned it a sweet genuine path
To attain matured lust.
I risked the age,
I broke all the doors
With petard ledge;
It was not the fruit of love.
It was not a genuine thought,
To reach the proper feet
Not worth breaking all the vows
Once dear and sacred though;
As now proves a mistaken show.
29th Dec2008
Very poignant. You have a way with words.10 for this. Kind regards, Sandra
Ecstasy is just a remnants of an earthly bliss, that will remain in memories. Fine flow of words. Great job here...10+++
notwithstanding the regret the ecstacy will remain forever, won't it?
We can have only the glipses of ecstacy in life to cherish when we are alone like Wordsworth, For oft when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude, Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils. You have so many to cherish. CP
wow! wonderfully expressed maam. loved this poem, with all its maturity..........and its simplicity. thank you. And wish u and your dear ones a very happy and enriching new year.
from expectation to reality, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , fine stanzas, ,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What you have expressed as ur desire in New year already started from 29th DEC 2008....Nice to read such precious creations...Regards/shyamal.