Think you landed on the terrain of merciful palace;
Why the mercy? It does not bother
The least gratified motion of mortal traits.
Imagine, you distanced your world
To convent the parish;
Why the convent? You do not
Look upon the peeved, known way.
And now the episode of
Going around commences
And now the same world reunites
With the merciful palace: attentive bifurcation;
Unsuitable life charm;
Here pervades the loneliness of
Not being anyone around;
Here enrapture the emotions
By bounding and encircling
The mute, solitary while;
And creeping into a sobbing
Knot by chance to the end.
30/11/08
The mute is talkin.........but if you can get those meanings........the Paradise will not be the same anymore! ! ! ! .Great writes MOusumi.
The least gratified motion of mortal traits. Imagine, you distanced your world.....................wonderful expression introspective from within as illustrated upon bounding by time and space, superbly wrought by imagery and metaphor blending with matrices of life,10+++, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a very very deep poem. You could meditate on it for a long long time.