Which the city
upon which ye soar
what the plaque
upon thy door
What the sands
that glitter thine shore
how thine canoes
the tide explore
Heavenly strings
that hold ye aloft
and earthly bonds
that mould ye soft
what the winds
that billow thine sails
whose the smile
that never fails
Which the tomes
that hold thine eye
which the tales
that make thee sigh
What thy visions
for thine morrows
whence the morns
that slake thine sorrows
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27 sep,2k12
Islamabad.
A mariner's poem with impeccable rhymin. Pleasant piece. I vote for it, tell me if it shows.
The sigh I can hear/your query is full of tear. Thanks for penning this nice poem. Regards nila
I hate to say this as it sounds all tweedy and unlike me but i am proud to be considered a writer friend of such a fine poet..... i can only describe this as a piece which filled my mind with poetic visuals and a truly sumptuous piece, , , Top notch dear fella!
A layered composition...in abcb rhyming mode... can be read on pulse...mild, light and lucid... a welcome break...from the oft-written couplets.... enjoyed it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reads a piece of classical poetry...