I am liquid pouring
translucent waterfalls
threaded strands of silk
everflowing
from mountaintops
I am wind
and sand
curling
blemished
Molds of crystal
grated earth
withstanding
the ocean
I am sight and sound
seen, unmuted
for blind
or deaf
Views of nature
by word of mouth
unsegregated
by nations
I am Shakespeare
Alcott
Aristotle
Whitman
weaving the grass
in infinite
wonderment
I am a writer
by elements
of love, loss, pain
or environment
I am liquid wind
of insightful feelings
or possibilities
Read me
or excuse me
for I am not finite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully composed. So nice to read. Brilliant work. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you again : )
Thank you so much Anil!