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The Dew

Rating: 3.0

Into the garden quietly came the dew
last night. It had sad news to tell.
Throughout the night it said
what every priest in mosque and temple says,
into the flower’s ear whispering as it wept:
“Mortal is the world,
evanescent its laughter and its joys.
With a cry we come, with a wail we go.”

The morning sun came up,
mind’s mistiness cleared and eyes did see around.
The dew—it shrank with fear,
the dark night’s messenger had fled.
The flowers laughed, the buds—
they clapped for joy and burst into bloom.

[Translated from the Kashmiri by J. L. Koul]

Praveen Menon 07 December 2020

A well-deserved tribute for a great poet. It’s beautiful and very touching....loved every bit of it

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Shailaja S Kurup 07 December 2020

“Life is beautiful and be happy till it last“ ????????????

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Gayatri 07 December 2020

All words are heartfelt.. And indeed your expressions are point on in describing Mam

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Rekha Navneet 07 December 2020

Congratulations to the young poet and his inspiration, Dr Geeta Radhakrishnan

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Vrinda 07 December 2020

Wonderful poem in praise of Dr Geeta, the inspirational Maa.

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