Vigour
If
Triggered
With forces
Of rigour
Path
One traverses
Can't be figured
Friends and foes
Quiver
On seeing him
Achieve
Hither and thither
Hither and thither
Rally some
Others
In abundance
Dither
To break the shell
Of their vigour
Envy his life of riley
Silently
For this oblivion
Into history
Where they can't be figured.
Be riley, be good But don't forget the not riley! ! ! They are aroud.......
thnk you for drawing my attention to this poem. the sound has enhanced the beauty of the poem.
Loved the resonant sound of the poem. It has enhanced the beauty of the poem.
A mighty downpour of good poetry capsuled in the typical Mehtian way! The very essence of the poem is the right blend of rhythm and apt words used in conveying an idea of immaculate observation.
Fantastic. Great thoughts and spiritual guide. Alas final is oblivion. But excellent poem. Thanks for reference.
I love your style of writing..its unique..Nice poem..and what you've conveyed is so true...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems are composed either out of intuition or the artistry.Here what you wanted to achieve, you have successfully done it. The concentration is mostly on resonant sounds and it helps create a thematic connection too. A good conscious effort..thanks for the invitation to read it...