Green Peace

The Swing - Poem by Green Peace

Be it of a rope, bamboo or gold
The tale of ecstasy isn't old.
By the breeze
Swirls up and comes down again.
In every rise a new adventure, a new mettle
Reaches the zenith and touches the ground
Yet efforts to ascend the higher invisible steps
And join the infinite
Ceaseless peregrination of man continues
For in every man
A higher psyche to meet 'the Oversoul'
Attain sublimity, serenity, summum bonum
And never look down again.

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  • Sarvesh Kulkarni (10/5/2008 12:00:00 PM)

    What a wonderful poem, Gargi. The analogy is simply great. Thank you very much. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 5, 2008

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