When... Poem by Jaya Das
When...
When Sun douse inside the old blue sea
Thorns turn bald seeing the capering bee.
When sky descends, bowing valorous marred earth
Roots free the trees, to soar high fulfilling their mirth.
When a rich preaches a vagabond not to beg
An eagle saves a sparrow's falling egg.
When none dreams of a Phoenix's life
Peace burns war, air devoid of worldly strife.
When streams of 'they' unite to form ocean of 'we'
Our boats may be different but we row on same sea.
When everything around changes, never happened before
The day our voyage of love begins, proceeding from shore.
Hi Jaya, A very profound poem. When streams of 'they' unite to form ocean of 'we' Our boats may be different but we row on same sea. Very poignant statement. Deeply evocative. Well done. A big 10+++++
Such a warm poem of love and hope. I felt something special in my heart when I read the streams of they becoming an ocean of we. Let us all keep this picture of the world in front of our eyes... Sooo Nice!
A great poem! You deal with difficult to realize possibilities, but also suggest they may not be inevitable. When 'the eagle saves the sparrow's egg'.....a fabulous image. There's hope here, but it is well-grounded hope. A terrific poem.
Thanks a lot poet....u always interpret my poems d way I think.....ty so much
It's beautifully written, I love poems where the layout is so aesthetically pleasing to the eye. My favorite line .... When streams of 'they' unite to form ocean of 'we' Our boats may be different but we row on same sea. I wish they would make this the Poem of the day :)
Thanks a lot for your appreciation dear....they have always encouraged me....Thank you Especially for d last line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thorns turn bald seeing the capering bee..... delicate charming and lovely well penned liked