njjeya Pushpalatha

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House Of God - Poem by njjeya Pushpalatha

glorious leaves say welcome,
napping tiny grass smiling,
striking songs are singing
unknown birds.

a brook comes with ripples
wetting palms,
overcast wimple
of the top up tall trees,
to windward fluttering flowers,
streamer is embracing all of them.

all of them calling to house of god.


Comments about House Of God by njjeya Pushpalatha

  • Rajaram RamachandranRajaram Ramachandran (3/8/2008 8:12:00 AM)

    The house of God is within one's heart and no need to search it elsewhere. (Report)Reply

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  • Er Dr Pradeep Kumar MohantyEr Dr Pradeep Kumar Mohanty (7/28/2007 4:59:00 AM)

    Probably overburdened with house-hold chores, you have started now, though not late, writing poems. Good one - Keep it up. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 9, 2010


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