Ever New Poem by swatee sripada

Yes

I know that

In a state of stillness

When I freeze myself,

As a summer sun his arrival

Melts my soul into water

to flow like a stream,

a river and a flood



When my anxiousness surrounds

As the glisten on the delicately perched butterfly

And a slight bent of the lip reflects

On the edge of the look from eye corners

In the wave of unmoved lips

Rehearsing tune for a song

Drinking the nectar of it

An immortal Ibecame in rapture.



A century as the drizzle of scented water

In layers after layers

Moists soul's inner thoughts

An experience as a breezy young girl

Cuddles the exhausted heart

It creeps in every nerve

Generating a new power

A greeting in the valley of mind

Changes into a chanting



The soul that entwined

with unseen feeling

Memorizes the age-old stories.