There the randomness senses
Withdrawal of an unknown tact
Momentum was there in each turn
To the heights of an artistic part
Pensiveness grooms in senses
Holistic part looms and whispers
Breeze that tingle in heart with sigh
Abundance that wrestle and lapses
Sense the clout with a part of life
Unknown shores mark its part
Union of all lovely fancies
Hidden part contradicts itself
Visual was empty all these time
But the whistle narrate its chart
Feel that pamper inner sighs
Holiness that rejuvenate its part
Vagueness may be in next track
Some hands is rating that way silently
Blindness never unwrap its facts
As it beyond senses of human! ! ! ! ! !
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With the randomness of senses and withdrawal of unknown act still faith always fluctuates in mind of many. Although to realize God and his creation is beyond senses still God is only the truth. Beautiful as well as wonderful poem shared.
Deep feeling. Very nicely composed. Best word choice. Many thanks.
Deep feeling. Very nicely composed. Best word choice. Many thanks.
Vagueness may be in next track Some hands is rating that way silently Blindness never unwrap its facts As it beyond senses of human! ! ! ! ! ! A powerful poem.
Blindness never unwrap its facts. Nice poem. We do not know how the Divine Hand works.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piec eof work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.