Music from Southern India is continuing to fill me
with an exuberance of purpose and design.
Finding it a blessing as I write poetry, it's very
explicit rhythms and incessant beating of different
sounding drums takes me soaring.
Atmospheres of another dimension are opening each
and every time, as universes are alluring intellect's
rhythms to quicken rapidly.
Allowing us to see what lies beyond in realms of
knowledge and wisdom, all of it being gathered by
intellect and imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem