I saw the gurgling brook in her dilated shade,
Ruffled waves sink in the disheveled maze,
Of cloudy reminisces from the wine of time,
Blend into the dark dead silence of a mystery - -
Divine.
Some call it the untamed dark
And to the brooding lot she is guileless poetry.
The shattered silver strewn with every splatter,
Of molten silver cast over idle drops of water,
Spread across the endless trail in her secret flow,
Over the stony edges capped in mossy green,
And the melting banks down the ridges below.
I watch the virgin lady in her renegade flight,
Over shallow beds of shells and drowsy pebbles,
Sinking through the creamy meandering line,
Coursing through the woods of pine
And cedars in the mellowed bosoms of earth,
Down the sylvan plains with a mouthful of gold,
Dotting the hearths of the simple souls,
Into the horizons dark, farthest away from sight,
To the fathomless depths of a stormy sea.
Known to the lips of autumn that is you,
And the shadow of a man that is me - - -
As the sinister realm where hope and love dies,
Like a trampled reverie on a frost fed night,
Hurled in the icy desert of life,
Where a thousand dreams and innocent passions,
Are left manacled and bleed in secret agony.
Always have something to say - your work is never empty - a word I rarely use but for this work it is perfect - LOVELY -
Heart felt words a meaning is here.. Fantastic job Ranadeb.. Tata Deb
The Death of an Innocent Brook by Ranadeb Bhattacharya a lovely poem with the tinge sad back ground lovely nice poem thank you +10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Death of an Innocent Brook by Ranadeb Bhattacharya a lovely poem with the tinge sad back ground lovely nice poem thank you +10