Seeking out unheeded voices
When wilted asters crack silence
Pondering days of green-eyed he
While shriveled leaves descend gently
Softly swaying, meeting the prairies
The wind! The sea! The clouds
Idle eyeing the earthly ground
Weighing matters to console him self
Navel gazing shadows of his quest
What name shall he bequeath behind?
Iniquitous schemes made for affluence
He asked himself “Am I ready to shell out my doings? ”
Matters were on roots of feat?
Summer teased, amity vanished
Plucked just buds by torment and greed
The wind! The sea! The clouds
Idle eyeing the earthly ground
Such a doleful view from the sky
None comes to give a rose to his hand
No one shares a marsh to his arid life
10th of December,2009
Twas like eating a marshmallow to read this Catrina - - - smooth and stylish all the way through - - good verse....10 Fay
Very nicely composed. Well worded too. Theme of this write made me to ponder on it first and next the expression captured my attention. Nice one.
she is the beautiful rose on earth, and she has got the roses at Shirdi a place on the heavenly earth, roses offered, this old age man perceive and the on in the streets of PH seeing her beautiful face a made man`s dream. One more poem expected from you for this. Woman of different faces, kalki, ambika, lalitha, rajeswari, kamatchi, meenatchi, kamakyani, devi, visalatchi, mahishasurmarthini..... write that shuld not fascinate, should comout from the soul and heart. best wishes. Her life is not arid but it was made arid. the question she has to answer? I love this write just write of the poem.
I felt the wording they melted on my heart... And a nice flow Wonderful poetic write yet again This is great poetry....10ss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sumthing more than i can say..thanx for writing this