This age
Has left
Far
Far behind
That age
When pleasure
In glee
Could not thrive.
Pats and hugs,
Display
Of care
In abundance
With flair
And,
All adhere
With derided
Values
Walks
With elan
To bury
His clan
With panache
Glee
Gleefully
Thrives
In parochial minds
Fails to see
The fresh water sea
Whose depth and shores
If ever
Will consummate
With the eyes
He beholds.
Is always time to be happy poet i am happy now. See your poem brings fresh breeze to ma face
It lies In the seeing eyes And it is glee All around us Your concept Of this great glee Descends on us, Dear Mehtaji... All the best In absolute glee.
The fresh water sea Whose depth and shores If ever Will consummate With the eyes He beholds. like it
a glee-some poem.............but where's glee n giggle?
very nice..Glee Gleefully Thrives In parochial minds Fails to see The fresh water sea Whose depth and shores If ever Will consummate With the eyes He beholds. -So well written
an interesting interpretation of different times and views..
woven with short words of pearls.......................glee and bliss that becoming extinct in human nature..........well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glee is sadly missing from the lives of moderns. Pats and hugs and all display of care and concern also have become something rare! Well said! !