The time it was of late June—
Time of impending monsoon,
All evening I watched with glee
The churnings of the tidal sea,
White foam surfacing atop,
I watched it long, break nor stop,
And a thought thundering came:
What if man's all foam, no frame?
Or all body and no head,
Perhaps man was more equal made.
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Musings | 22.01.2019 |
And a thought thundering came: What if man's all foam, no frame? A poem that projects a profound thought. Beautifully composed in Rhyme Royal, Aniruddha ji.
I wonder how beautifully you construct poems sir! I guess you have gained great knowledge and experience as a writer in esteemed Times of India Newspaper! Hope, your works will come to limelight soon! This is really a beautiful poem. My favorite lines, " All evening I watched with glee/The churnings of the tidal sea'....10
contd, It is like what this ditty assays: A million million spermatozoa in chaos and strife, And only one has the chance to create life.
I must appreciate, Dr Swain, for taking a little time to say some good words for the poems. These days nothing comes to light unless brought to light, promoted and marketed. But that would not satisfy me enough, a poem has to surface on its own, cream as surfaces from milk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To continue from what I said to Dr Swain, it is like what this ditty assays: A million million spermatozoa in chaos and strife, And only one has the chance to create the life.