Today I sing just for my self
This music as natural as the breath I take
Doesn't belong to pages of poetry
I sing not in memory of past
Or to behold the glorious future
I sing just to make this moment the happiest one.
I sing to feel the taste of life
Like a little child sucking on his thumb
To feel his sweet existence.
Today I find refuge in my words
To seek joy and to cast away the grief
This broken, rhythmless paean rising from the depth of my heart
Reveals a joyous existence
Like a curtain moving in soft breeze
Exposes the mysterious unknown.
Yes, blowing curtains once showed me the neighbor lady getting dressed!! Bri : )
I sing to feel the taste of life Like a little child sucking on his thumb To feel his sweet existence. Feeling one's own existence has many methods, and singing or writing poetry is a beautiful way of it. A truly beautiful poem.
A lovely poem Savita, great in diction and intense in feeling! Occasionally we have to sing, not to cheer anybody else, but ourselves! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Savita, we should celebrate the joy of the moment rather than dwell on the past or think too much of the future.