Sandy shores along a river bank below, reminding me of
days gone by, walking down it's miles, looking out to-
wards the ocean.
Feelings taking me along abandoned moments when life
was so simple and easy, catching at my heart, soul cry-
ing for those quiet and beautiful times of private ser-
enity.
Secrets kept deep inside, no one being wiser, just the
heartfelt thoughts that keep me company even now on
lonely and vacant nights, alone, walking in my mind on
sandy shores forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderful. I think that maternal spirit of what people still call Mother India was present inside as you traveled the road and wrote this poem. Your inner journey was paralleled by the outer journey. But in truth they were and are ONE. Your poem makes the spirituality of India, which can seem so remote, immediate and accessible. I love these poems that make India seem like my place of being too.