all's recycled
in the press of Time
the rolling desert of yesterday
rises now in the lean gazelle
the mountain's jagged rock is found
smoothened in a mollusk's shell
and the stardust of light years
slivered and bowed
from the quiver of Apollo
piercing through folds
glistens afresh in lambent pools
moistening the crescent jewels
of your eyes
Thus it's a wonderful discovery that fluid is the 4th state of matter (Physicists say: matter can only exist in three states-1.Solid; 2. Liquid; 3. Gas) .....neither it sticks like a tiny solid particle, nor flows nor emit gas!
What a beautiful poem! I get enormous pleasure in reading this wonderful poem multiple times.
Selfless Love is the tie that binds all life together. May such love ever be recycled!
Yes truly, Rob. Thank you for your thoughtful words. I wish you a very Happy New Year!
Superb poem, with great imagery, we are all made of stardust through eons of time and space which will continue when Earth has become dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the superb poetic expression; 'the rolling desert of yesterday rises now in the lean gazelle' and 'and the stardust of light years slivered and bowed' Why should not this excellent poem be read time and again?
I am humbled by your gracious words, dear poet.