In my solitude, my heart ponders...............
beneath the branches of my thought......
Echoes spread out....
where is my theme.....!
Stream of time is flowing
in the far flung horizon......
consuming away all the glare n glow.......
bang of might n pride has become slow....
Many faces of love are taken to rest....
Many a birds have left their nest.
How raging the steam.....!
In the scale of my vision.......
still I am searching my face...
and my theme........
Erudite sun has arrived
behind the nescience......
Calls me forth...
O honey don't recall...
what is past and what has gone.......
Only make a silent part of the stream.....
then only can know your theme.....
You have a mind that likes to be pensive in solitude. in solitude you will know yourself. in solitude you will know your God and your inner aspirations. thank u Bijay for sharing..
nice to shample..... O honey don't recall... what is past and what has gone....... Only make a silent part of the stream..... then only can know your theme.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, thoughts do have several branches...some give wonderful shade too!