I Meet The People Poem by Bharati Nayak
I Meet The People
When did my journey begin?
Do I remember?
Was it in my mother's womb
Or was it million years ago
When God planted me in a cell
But sure it is
I am travelling, and
Moving from form to form
Body to body,
The history of my eternal journey
Recorded in the nature's treasure
But a fraction of my journey of this birth
I hear from my mother,
It is how I was born along with my twin sister
How we took to our feet
How we ate, how we read
And how we got separated.
II
I meet hundreds, thousands
And millions of travelers
On my way, from my twin sister to siblings
From my parents and cousins
To teachers and friends
From classmates to colleagues
Known and unknown
From ants to mountains
From flowers to rivers
From living beings to ghosts
From sweet breeze to sandy deserts
I meet them
They remain in my memory lane
Some came and faded
Some linger for ever.
They have merged in moments
And moments are embedded
Like pearls in a necklace
III
I call my co-travelers in different names
Some are love and compassion
Sympathy and companion
Some are hatred and anger
Abhorrence and fear.
I call my friends
Love and compassion
To surround me
Like a vast ocean
And let me float on them
Like a tiny boat
In myjourney eternal.
Poetical, Physical, real and spiritual concerns of life are different. We may look into the reality and love this wonderful life
Thank you Sekharan Pookkat for reading and giving your valuable opinion.Yes, life is wonderful and we should love life.
It is really an amazing expression on journey of life. Some lines may be cited here.... I call my co-travelersin different names Some are love and compassion Sympathyand companion Some arehatredand anger Abhorrence and fear. Beautifful poem so nicely executed.10
A piece worth a read. read and read just to read it again. Thumbs up Bharati
I am Travelling! ! ! Journey of love and life; Planted long time ago! ! ! ! After the plan; Life! ! Birth from the womb. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The eternal journey has no beginning and it has no end. A philosophic poem, loved it.
Likepearls in a necklace- - -note how those words jammed together look like pearls on a necklace! ! ! ! ! !
Part 2. A truly deserving 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++= and a most awesome spot on my fav list. Because this is an awesome poem from an awesome poetic heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Life is a spiritual journey from womb to tomb. Amidst the little span, one meets with lot of living and non-living beings....the journey has been beautifully described in your classic stanzas......thanks for sharing...
Thank you poet Kishore Kumar Das for reading and giving your valuable opinion on the poem.Yes- - From womb to tomb, life is an ongoing process.