Gather the light in the sieve of a shine
When brilliance weaves a heart like mine
Gather the joys in the frill of delight
While happiness folds into its sprite
Gather the dust of drawn on praise
When what so lasts is scuttling age
Gather your dreams in the basket of love
There's sure to be a treasure trove
Gather the mirth of a babies sweet cry
It's sure to surface in bliss that can't fly
'.....Gather the dust of drawn on praise When what so lasts is scuttling age....' Are we talking mortality here? Very bitter-sweet! Transient life, finicky fame....The message appears to be...live for today..FULLY, honorably...enjoy life... Nice write, Arya. Cheers. Subroto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Arya, very beautifully described. Original ideas. Konstantin.