Not tiny grains of earth,
Nor waves nor drops of waters
That makes a mountain's worth,
And an ocean what matters.
What makes you, my dear life?
Endless details, nor dots,
Acts nor feelings nor thoughts,
Then what makes you so rife?
Made are you rife with something
Special, that makes a li'le perch
In life of a lasting search,
What makes among seasons spring!
Yet, no'ne asks spring why ‘tis spring,
A spring is spring, or nothing.
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Sonnets | 04.07.18 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A spring is spring but wisdom definitely makes a man great. We shall concentrate on Godly wisdom forever. This poem has broader sense and deep insight. An interesting poem is excellently penned.
Nice to see your wise feedback after a long time. Let me wish you very happy 2019.