In an autumn dawn
before the swallows wake
before rotting flowers are placed
on love ones' tombs
a tired whisper
woke from twenty nine nightmares -
twenty nine ashes without owners
waiting for the return of their innocent souls.
Silently embraced, those breathes emigrate -
Nor the trees pull their hair for them
nor the disusedpaths throw a cup of water
Behind them..
Leaves of the high trees
dance with the breath of hours,
Quietness
watches the coffins of days
but never speaksof the hugeness of suffering.
Even poems were not greater than sufferings..
your poem tried to open the door -
to a new philosophy
then knelt
and the moon was lost in the sky.
But one door will open:
The sun, the seas, birds, all things will enter
and one waylead them to felicity.
Where ever you go
may your map and compass go with you.
2000
I saw many lines of brilliant imagery in this poem, dear poet
It is great to hear from you this lovely comment Dear poet Aniruddha Pathak, many thanks for your reading
It is great to hear from you this lovely comment Dear poet Aniruddha Pathak, many thanks for your reading...
Beautiful nature poem. Lovely pic too. All the five starrs
Even poems were not greater than sufferings.. your poem tried to open the door - to a new philosophy Sing our life in poetry.It's wonderful!
part 1 The beggary government is the government that lives on the pockets of citizens instead of creating job opportunities and finding new and varied sources of income, thus young people's hair turns gray and the number of homeless, poverty and racism increases... and human rights are violated,
part 2 this is the nature of reactionary governments instead of moving forward and change, creating well-being for people, the quality of life decreases and people's perceptions harden, and the bigger problem is that when people choose these reactionary governments without accomplishing anything but crises.
wow so much to comment on, with appreciation I will pay tribute, comment silent in my mind later I will return to read this poem again in seasons gathering
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nightmares of love and life! ! ! Watching the weather with your steps. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
always you are showing the essence of my poems by highlighting the main key words, not every one can do it...well understood, bless you...thanks