Silence is a catalyst- or a real boon
In afflictions-God blessed me
For shall I wander in wilderness
In search of an Oasis
To fill my pot with drops of happiness
Until I fade away in dunes reluctantly
By the hands of an erratic wind...
Vipins, poetic heart in you never ever getting dry in the desert...the title remind me a bit about Unwritten Soul...i am not maybe hahaha_SOul
for shall I wander in the wilderness in search of an oasis forever searching we are. enjoyed
Beautiful poem.Short and sweet.. Lie like a sweet dream, which one would like to dream..Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes Vipins we wander through the desert and depend on the few oases to still our thirst. But resisting the erratic winds we are capable of crossing the desert and nice cooling woods full of refreshing brooks are there. Superb piece of poetry, my friend.