Comes when night and clear is the sky,
I try look at the cosmic heart
That looks back with weird apathy,
And strange stirrings deep within start.
I marvel, muse: how could it be,
My within nods in disbelief,
And says, rendering some relief,
Not apathy, mute sympathy.
And when I explore unknown things,
Hesitant, how to go about,
My belief turning into doubt,
Whence comes that help? Who from far sings?
And doubt deems to look like pillow,
Into dreamless sleep do I fall,
And wake up when birds' chirpings grow,
I muse: who gave me wake-up call!
The cosmic world from far and out,
In tune is with within, no doubt.
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Musings | 08.07.2017 |
Sympathy! ! Clear is the sky! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
In clear sky at night we stars and moon smiling. We observe the cosmic world and its influence on life. An interesting poem is beautifully penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Kumarmani Mahakul and Edward Kofi Louis for appreciating the poem.