Oh dear
Why do you hide
Behind a veil?
Why do you keep covered
Your lively face, so beautiful?
See, how the sun
Shines on the porch
Come to the embrace
Of its warmth
Give away your
Smile and tears
See, how
The birds, butterflies and flowers
Have gathered
To share your
Sorrows and laughter
Oh dear
Don't delay
Come to this
Lighted porch.
Well done you, stands and applause, and what a beautifully poem it is......I love they way you becon them into the light on the porch, simply beautiful.... Annette
When poets like you come and read my poem, it is my reward.Thank you very much dear Annette Aitken.
This is so beautifully written. A wonderful poem to be number 100. An irresistible invitation for the muse. I remember I was a long time on 99 a few years back. (my own number 100 was titled Y..... Happiness) I still feel that to reach that magic 100 is a special achievement. Congrats. Keep it up.
A sweet poem... just beautiful. Loved it dear poetess. Top score! !
See, how the sun Shines on the porch Come to the embrace Of its warmth Give away your Smile and tears See, how The birds, butterflies and flowers thanks madam great thought your poem 10(+(+++++++
I am having trouble finding the right words to express my feelings about this poem. Beautiful- -yes but the word is so over-used [though still true]. Exquisite- - -yes, that word isn't over-used and it has the connotation of delicacy, an Audrey Hepburn kind of beauty lies in these lines. Sensitive- - - -yes, this poem seeks to know what lies behind the veils of life and people and literature and Truth with a capital T. This exquisite sensitive poem sings to the reader, it's like a train whistle coming closer through the night, closer to our lighted porch. This is a fantastic Bharati poem and is a perfect choice for the 100th poem. A thousand 10's and a place on My Fav Poem list
Let the Muse appear to sing a more enlightened poem. This is very nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is an urgency in this poem as you appeal to the muse, already present, to do more than just lend her presence. She is too removed to give you the help you need so you summon natural things to gently show her there is nothing to fear when she unveils herself. The sun, birds, butterflies have all unveiled themselves in the lavish sunlight and all is well. Soon the muse will remove her veil, confidently revealing her secrets to the waiting poet. The tenderness in your poem is remarkable, I can feel it inside me. That is the first gift of the muse to you and you share it with your readers,
Thank you for your marvelous comment.We generally fear to reveal our deepest feelings though they move us too strongly.We want to express or pour out, but can not because of this fear.