Desolation had overtaken him
As he trudged night and day
Through brambles and thickets
Armed with just a backpack
And a piece of bamboo
Forsaken by friends and family
He decided to vanish
From any kind of civilization
Where no one would find him
Not even by sheer accident
The road was long and arduous
The journey tiring and tedious
No place to rest in peace
Could he find, there was always
A need to stay awake and alert
After trudging several long days
And at times during the night too
He finally reached a cradle in the hills
It beckoned him to climb in
And lie down among the clouds
Using the bamboo deftly
He stepped into the green valley
Drank thirstily from the stream
Shut his eyes tightly and focused
On the angels playing the harp
He was at last in a place close to heaven
Away from the miserable people he knew
Enjoying the music peace and calm
That he had dreamed of for years
For the first time in years he smiled
No one seemed disturbed by
His ugly and terribly distorted face
The birds of heaven sang to him
A welcome song that he longed to hear
No one else had, not even his natural Mother
Beautiful poem depicting a wonderful world of peace and joy only mystic can reach! Nice to read!
When the soul is beautiful, physical attributes cease to matter. May the birds of Heaven sing their solace forever. A beautiful, compelling write.10/10. Love, Sandra
mother nature embraces, loves, holds and heals as nothing else can. quite lyrical Sandra, very compassionate write Mamta
your fantastic poem makes me write this comment. Humanity plunged in sorrow is a great theme... Finely expressed with choicest vocab..
I must say this is the best of all the poems you have posted in this site....very much subtle and symbolic...the theme is well thought out...and presentation impressive The metaphor- hidden- in this piece is Humanity...badly bruised and hurt...leaving this earthly scene? ...10*
No one seemed disturbed by His ugly and terribly distorted face The birds of heaven sang to him A welcome song that he longed to hear No one else had, not even his natural Mother wonderful philosophical poem belonging to symbolism 10/10
A BEAUTIFUL POEM SANDRA...AS YOU READ IT A SENSE OF PEACE SETS IN..THE FACE IS SOMETHING WE CAN NEVER TAKE CREDIT FOR...WHY BE HURT BY IT TOO
Your poem reminded me of a book, 'The monk who sold his ferrari'. Offcourse God and nature are the only thing, who accept us unconditionally....a good write...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful, as well as generous. Great poem overall.