Every time
A sigh transforms
A lamentation changes
To a flower
And fills the white paper
The vacuum
No more remains a vacuum
The beautiful angel surrounds a soul
The fragrance escapes to cosmos
The pulse and beats
Pulsate life
Cosmos throws a reason
To smile.
Smiling is a language that when spoken has the power to transform. That reality is here captured in your poem!
A wheel of good and bad is always there in life...whenever misfortune hits there are lots of things to smile like the moon and the star or simply a baby's smile that gives immense strength to cross over the bad phase....a lovely poem Bharati 10/10
Thank you Madam Indira Renganathan for your beautiful comment.Wish you Happy Holi.
A lovely piece. I enjoyed it and love the title too. Thanks for such an lovely poem.
sometimes, when feeling 'depressed' or just 'not so great', it may help to SMILE even though you don't feel like doing it. do i take my own advice? ? of course not! who would think of smiling? a psychologist or psychiatrist maybe, but they usually get PAID to think of such things. and the longer they talk, the more they talk, the more they may get paid! this is now in Section A of the September 2016 Showcase for PH poets. :) bri SMILE! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sigh transforms into a flower! beautiful expression of what a smile could do. That smile pulsates life! Beautiful write.