March 09th 2013
We forgot the style of medieval poetry,
words of melody for life, land and country!
Soothing and tender with the nature,
with birds, animals and creature!
A Poet was a guide, bona fide,
to lead people when in need!
His voice, rhythm and rhyme,
recitation with essence in time!
To balance situations when seasons changed,
poets with words for revolutions they managed!
When one comes and another goes,
medieval poets remained disciplined in own rows!
Poets had honesty, spirit, sincerity,
they had wisdom with serenity!
They meant well for society
to uphold a family and individuality!
We don't see any more flow of voices
but exists screams, violence and noises!
Folklore became lower and elementary,
All old timers are now in sanctuary!
No more exercise of medieval poetry and rhyme,
citizens are rushing and lack of quality time!
So, they take things whatever is handy, free
Don't bother to look at the Sun, water and a tree!
We forgot the style of medieval poetry,
words of melody life, land and country!
Soothing and tender with the nature,
with birds, animals and creature!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's your sensitive nostalgy..dear poet. A very nice stanza giving a humane message. We forgot the style of medieval poetry, words of melody life, land and country! Soothing and tender with the nature, with birds, animals and creature! I liked this poem. Thanks, A perfect 10 for it. Subhas