when our reciprocation
Resonate with realizations
Our insides
Confluence with insights
Invoking consciousness
Thoughts come and go
Poetry breeds and grow
Like a desert stream
With meandering flow.
The infant clouds take shapes
Hazy horizons at the backdrops
Childhood times settles
Concrete outlines emerges
At the every crossroads
of the Lifes' show,
Poetry breeds and ever grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed reading this reflection on the birthing process of poetry. Your imagery is engaging and your playful yet meaningful arrangement of sound and rhythm is well employed. Very nicely done, good poet. :)
Thank you so much dear Mr. Seamus for your appreciation. Infact your wordings sound so enigmatic and inspiring to grow more such poems☺☺