In the lap of rugged Nature
Under a shady canopy
From where the bank of river
Isn't far away, it moves
glistens in the summer sun
A sparkling reality or sight’s delusion?
I spend my summer days
In brooding, musing life
In its each changing phase
Oft it happens that past creeps
Into present, visions float
In a secluded room
Flowers and faces bloom
Memories in showers
Sweet sounds float and trail
Songs tenderly sung hang and wave
Gently harmonized, into the heart
Worm their way
Yon birds swim and sway
Cranes and teals navigate
To celestial cues from the sun
The stars and mental maps
Songs and birds together trail
On waters of Time quiver and wail
life moves in a downbeat tempo
Thoughts stream in an endless flow
Let the flow become flood of thought to pen and appreciate.
Crawling of thoughts ignites our minds to do something unique us as such ur poem works Sis..well done, again selection of diction is bombastic
Past creeps into present... Nice poem with beautiful images. Thank you.
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Beautiful words, beautiful messages, I see I do not have to vote anymore. Yes we can look back into the past, but forgive everybody who did wrong to us, because they were teaching great lessons and we became stronger, wiser and better through their doing. Look into a future with open heart for peace, and happiness and the time comes if we can keep on long enough.