The Flute Of The Unknown... Poem by Vikrant Jog
The Flute Of The Unknown...
From the cliff,
Where I live,
Flows a waterfall,
Makes its way,
Through rocks,
Gorges,
Shaking the velvet leaves,
Of those trees,
Of which the branches,
Just touch,
Wetting the green grass,
Away it goes,
And looks,
To go for ever,
Once I managed,
Or I just slipped,
In those waters,
From the fall,
To tributaries,
And then to the river,
I woke up,
On a black round rock,
At night,
Where the stars twinkle,
And moon pours down,
I sat,
On the same rock,
Where I found myself,
Now,
I can hear,
A sweet flute,
Near the anonymous waterfall…
Sir Thomas, For me it is not literal atleast for me. But I agree that for every reader the interpretation can be different.
good work the flow is good the words are well pinned and meaning are well told so bravo
Awesome..As soon as i kicked off with this composition the waterfall and divine nature started rolling in front of my eyes...It seems you read nature very closely..You worth more than what i expected buddy...Keep up the good work...
So beautiful, serene with nature's music all around showing off it's captivating beauty! ! Excellent write!
I feel the spirit of the water and the sweetness of nature. Beautifully evokative word painting thanks for sharing.....................: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:34:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The music which you bore is still working.Great!