I left a burning lamp of love at a place,
Where I thought there was no love.
Though, I saw many intellectuals in that meet,
Yet what was lacking was human touch.
Though, beauty was spread all over there,
Everyone was seeing yet insight was missing.
Though, all hearts were feeling the pain of separation,
Yet what was lacking was sincere crying eyes.
Though, they had many arrows in their quiver,
Friends are plenty around yet enemies are very less.
Blown...Though, all hearts were feeling the pain of separation, Yet what was lacking was sincere crying eyes.
Brilliant..Though, I saw many intellectuals in that meet, Yet what was lacking was human touch.
Superb Though, I saw many intellectuals in that meet, Yet what was lacking was human touch.
Amusing poem. Little things makes all the difference. Though, beauty was spread all over there, Everyone was seeing yet insight was missing.
Winning hearts is an art which we do not find now a days.. with many friend and no enemy is a dream...
Excellent metaphoric poem, when there is no insight, though intellectuals are present, there is missing something most important, a very thought-provoking poem, true poetically rendered, hope your lamp of love have lighted most of them,5 stars!