When Victory Comes Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
When Victory Comes
I touch the sun with my right hand.
I kiss the moon.
I rest my feet on this earth,
while the stars twinkle with my senses.
I sit on the snow-capped peak.
I dance on the ocean bed.
I sleep in the forest deep.
The desert fills my mind with peaceful silence.
I ride on a wild horse.
I fly high with a kite.
I roam from flower to flower with a buzzing bee
and the nectar soothes my heart with heavenly sweetness.
I ride on a wild horse. I fly high with a kite. I roam from flower to flower with a buzzing bee and the nectar soothes my heart with heavenly sweetness.... so appealing imagery and sensuousness
Perception at it very highest, when we set free the deepest interior self. I loved to read it, my thoughts flew and rendered me a breeze of joy.
Soothing and fluid, with such ease, allows the reader with an unspoken invite to accompany its journey.
I ride on a wild horse. I fly high with a kite. I roam from flower to flower with a buzzing bee and the nectar soothes my heart with heavenly sweetness. Beautiful poem. what a wonderful imagination my dear poetess. tony
Verily, the wings of imagination are par excellence. Right description indeed.
I ride on a wild horse. I fly high with a kite.......wonderful imagination! A magnificent poem.....Top score!
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/14/2024 11:38:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Every poem penned in sweetness is like a sweet victory....10+++