Mountains call me from mystic terrains
a prayer comes from divine heart
wild flowers fall on discreet dreams
dews on garden flowers
fragrance brings placid breeze
docile numinous dreams arrive
clouds fly on confused confines
tremors shrivel on stiff caverns
listen, calm my ocean dear
hide you treasures of mine so deep
wait, wait I come back soon
impede not until I liberate my soul
allow me to go on my part of earth
allow me to reach my dawn in style
mountains call me from distant terrains
allow me to walk till I climb its peak
allow me to embrace my dawn in grace.
© Rema Prasanna
August 2,2008
A beautiful piece of creative poetry - straight out of the workshop of your creative mind! -Raj Nandy
Rema, I know where you went for this one... and...YoU... delivered... I wonderful climb to your sun rising.. aroha xx
You are a stellar imagist, Rema....and your inveterating passion for the pictorial write, is both compelling, and everpresent, in this piece....Imagery to a Writer(like myself) , but more especially to a bonifide Poet(such as yourself) is as paramount, and capturing, as illusion to a master magician.Solid work, indeed! ~ FjR ~ ..08-08..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely mystical poem, full of imagery.10 Mamta