Before entering the realm of poetry,
I feel the invisible yet
Visible presence of the hands of God.
Words gather to give form to feelings
Or feelings flow to mesmerize words?
I do not know.
I can only see the idol of my poem.
Statistics grows,
With love.
Love grows with love.
I fly in the sky of gratitude.
And bow.
Words gather to give form to feelings Or feelings flow to mesmerize words? This is a gem of a poem and my personal feeling is that it can happen either way. As you have said, this can happen only with the help of God.
It is God who gives us power to put down words on paper and arrange them in beautiful poetry. Very nice, keep inking.
We should all bow down to the God of poetry for allowing our brains to remain 'fertile'.. Without it, there will be no poetry at all.. Thanks for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love grows when GIVEN! ! ! ! Fly in the sky of gratitude! ! ! Sweet soul Neela thanks for gracing us with a fresh poem! ! ! !