From womb I set out
Passed nurse’s arms and then
The stringent governance of the learning temple.
As I moved on, halted
On the way for something
though aware of many a task ahead
couldn’t help myself staring wide-eyed
at the pulchritude of a vista.
The garden of life it was
Replete with flowers- hues and sents of all kinds.
Bees travail for the best nectar and
no exception I was
setting my heart on a beauteousness.
The travail moved on with me as a part.
After loses, finally came the prize of my utopia.
Unlike most contemporaries mine was a *Lotus
Bloomed on a single stalk
Amid crystals lit by sunbeams.
All at once **zephyr disturbed the tranquility
Slurring if she withers.
***Too long have I enjoyed this transitoriness
But, I have tasks ahead
Tasks to garden my own life
And a pool to create for my Lotus.
Tasks to garden my own life
And a pool to create for my Lotus.
kind of well penned ballade. Useful footnotes. Thanks for sharing, Anish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Anish. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
thank u 4 reading n ur appreciation sir