Valorous March.
Predators rush, preys flee.
Quietude of life is disturbed.
Enigmatic cry of despair prevails,
Yearning for the unknown too...
Gentle breeze flows on,
Leaves rustle...
Wait and hope merges
On the untrodden lanes.
Enmeshed in angst,
Radiant with reflection,
A niche or a mirage?
Missed marks adorn life,
Emanating a deeper note,
The "being" is ablaze
In the abyss of human will.
RAJI.C.N.
Gentle breeze flows on and leaves rustle. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned. We get natural essence from this poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful rendition of words in an insightful creation with artistic brilliance. A work of art. Thanks for sharing Raji and do remain enriched.
Thanks so much Chinedu Dike for your inspiring comments.