Light Poem by Deep Mukherjee
Light
When the lamp is shattered
The ethereal light lies in shed;
When the dreams are scattered
The spirit of beautitude lies dead.
Love, in the tyranny of the merciless king
Wafted far distant on apathy's wing;
Still, amid the dreary desert of silent vice
See a few of you, in endless wait for sun-rise.
A rythm divine to bind us to the Earth
Spite of despondence of the inhuman dearth;
Mingling the sacred song of humanity
Through the hands of thou will come sanity.
When the sun is hidden
Let your spirit show the light
From unnurtured soil of fertile dreams
The eternal innocence will wing it's flight.......... :)
i undderstand this completely i went thru this same simmular thing just a week ago....
Thank you very much; this poem just came out of random thoughts and optimism :)
The spirit of beatitude grows much faster when it gets touch of light and overcomes darkness with courage and dignity. This poem has deeper insight and greater values. A nice poem is excellently penned.10
Good one here! I like the way it is put together. keep up the good work, i look forward to reading more of your work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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@Krystal, at some period of life, most of us go through this feeling! ! ! ! isn't it? ?