Sixth Sense Poem by Osman Gani
Sixth Sense
I felt a drunkard in my fanciful sixth sense.
The pond seemed to me the Sea of Aegean
And the floating leaves warships of Greece,
Thousands in number that fought for Helen.
Now, my mind finds infinite amidst finite
And beholds freedom in a free flying kite,
Discovers beauty in a dazzling little dew,
In metamorphoses of bug seeks life anew.
Slowly, my outer sight sinks in shadow
As the closing eyelids sleep in meadow.
Eyes are closing only to open in insight
As if bathed with celestial divine light.
You're welcome bro, i like the power of perception assisted by the imagery.... Good stuff
I am still learning how to write better poems. by the way, thanks for such appreciation and I am happy to know that you liked this poem so much. :)
Thanks Vipins again for your wonderful comments. I much appreciate. :)
Wow, excellent poem....prophecy of fantasy may sometimes hallucinate cogitation...a good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I would like to say Thanks again. :)