A lonely path in life they tread
Pair of eyes that beseech
for that one special sight
for that one and only sound
your voice my melody
I seek in a chorus
eyes till scanning hopefully
your silhouette, endless sea
scrapping my sighs from
where it gives company
to my heart sitting in a chasm
I bundle my unexpressed need
Oh life is a sour mead
I left behind yellow memories
Of things that could have been
A hundred births,
the same dreams unfulfilled
In earth's light, Man never gleans
All that can not be! ! !
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Copyright ©Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai 1993 All Rights Reserved
Though walking along a lonely path, where thoughts are flourished in a wonderful way(words) . I just love to walk on Lonely Path if the breeze flow in such a pleasant way. Loved it. Wonderful write.
This poem is magical and penned with beauty and grace, I love it.....
Beautiful poem. ''your voice my melody I seek in a chorus ''
Thanks Rahman, I invite you to read my other recent write - an outcry against human trafficking titled: All trussed up and ready for delivery. thanks.
Beautiful lines from life's scraps of paper.One seems to always seek the special sight.
Thank you Tirupathiji, yes life's scraps hold such memories.. I invite you to read some of my more intense and rather longer writes which I had added recently, One against a serious social crime - human trafficking titled All Trussed Up - Ready for delivery and a few others like Why Blame Me A Blood Moon and A Father's Grief. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Endless sea! But with hope. Nice work.