Strange vibs of warmth and care;
Across the miles they do share.
they can't see, they can't touch;
About each other they don't know much.
They haven't heard the voices too;
Poems carrying their feelings through;
For each other, why do they pray?
One doesn't know! One can't say.
Shall bump in to her, one day he hopes;
In darkness till then he gropes.
She's waiting on the other end;
Magic lamp in her hand.
Seeds of human love, someone had sown;
Seedlings now from them have grown.
Reasons of their growth unknown;
To the common eye.
Across the miles, through the oceans;
The care can fly...
Beautiful way of writing this. I would like to have the use of a magic lamp! It would give me light so I could stay up late at night and write poetry. Magic lamp maybe would enable me to write magic poetry! ! ! :) Deborah Cromer
you know why the seedlings have grown cos its God's hands at play is shown why 2 from distant lands? why 2 from distant cares? come like this to mix and bear and for each other prayers does share like no one dare. TIS COS GOD IS THERE lovely poem Nikunj and hope her Magic lamp comes with the genie of good luck -10 anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you mean strange 'vibes'? I have not heard of strage vibs.? ? ? ? Bump in her? Or did you mean bump into her? I have already read and commented on this, but I read and read over and over sometimes! :) DC