Dreams Of India Poem by Connie Marcum Wong
Dreams Of India
Her music haunts me
in such a knowing way
it makes me weep
and causes my heart to ache.
I become homesick for her
scents, her sounds, her food,
her enchanting dance
which spawns dreams
of her romance.
I know in my heart
I have lived there,
I know, I have loved there.
Her poetry transcends
my spirit to encompass
a wholeness that is
so familiar to me.
I dream of the Ganges,
and her gentle cleansing flow,
of reflections on its surface
when the moon is hanging low.
Of crickets singing nightly
to serenade me to sleep.
I dream of colors of the saris,
the beauty that they keep...
Of garlands placed with care,
a gajra in a maiden's hair
and the hues of floral leis.
I hold a reverence for Hindu
gods and goddesses.
I aspire to learn the sacredness
of varmala in the seeds of
past lifetimes I have shared.
A passion grows for those
whose love glows through their
auras to welcome strangers.
I'd love to share a cup of chai
to chat with friends in open air.
I long to return home, though
I have never been there.
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© Connie Marcum Wong
Her music haunts me in such a knowing way it makes me weep and causes my heart to ache.... ...... beautiful song
I become homesick for her scents, her sounds, her food, her enchanting dance which spawns dreams of her romance... AwsAwes......lines
A passion grows for those whose love glows through their auras to welcome strangers. I'd love to share a cup of chai to chat with friends in open air. I long to return home, though I have never been there.... Dear Poetess come to India...... thanks Very beautiful poem 100000000000++++++++++++++...vote
Thank you very much for your wonderful comments Prabir. I have a bad cold right now so I won't be on my computer until I am feeling better. Aloha, Connie
I hold a reverence for Hindu gods and goddesses. I aspire to learn the sacredness of varmala in the seeds of past lifetimes I have shared... Very beautiful line and respect for hindu
Of garlands placed with care, a gajra in a maiden's hair and the hues of floral leis... ..floral beauty
Of crickets singing nightly to serenade me to sleep. I dream of colors of the saris, the beauty that they keep.... India is famous for custom...festval
I dream of the Ganges, and her gentle cleansing flow, of reflections on its surface when the moon is hanging low... Sweet imagery
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India is a beautiful country and you are a beautiful poet 😊..very nice tribute to India..You are always welcome in India...thank you for sharing this poem.. It seems to me you were born in India in your previous birth.. wonderful poem.. 10++++++++
I appreciate your lovely comment. Thank you very much. I have a bad cold right now and will check out your poetry when I am feeling better. Aloha, Connie