Midnight
Celebrating may hit me hard
Hoping to erase myself.
But I won`t give in
My Orbital
And the smell coming from the advancing morning
Make me close my eyes
Faith was not able to do that miracle once!
A wet night
Boiling the white moon in the sky
Was luring my poetry at large perhaps
And my subjects were dancing around.
Before jumping into the fire
Of a pyre I have often seen
I have to walk a little farther
For those few who have set out my journey.
The light foot steps of the poet who walked
On the road not taken invite me.
But I have no guts to follow them
And I am walking the road with many foot prints.
You know it has a sweet sentimental feeling crossing my heart while reading this beautiful work_Soul
a lovely write indeed, love especially the line... I am walking the road with many foot prints.
A very beautiful piece adorned with loving words can not be a part of a nightmare.......Dineshji.........10/10
I co relate it to a telugu poet who quoted the similar lines in his poetry that when the whole world is in slumber he wakes up to enjoy the nature and write a beautiful note on the natures splendor Sir! I enjoyed the poem!
Dinesh, it also takes guts to follow the crowd sometimes, because you don't know where they will lead you or drop you off. No matter how many footprints go before you, there are none that can compare with yours alone. They are like the snowflakes that fall from the sky, none of them the same. Thank you, RoseAnn
A beautiful write, so honest, as you walk the road of many footprints you can observe all human traits and frailties and bring the beauty of your words to express all of human life!
the poem here is so beautiful Poet is farsightedness torch back, his own thought he tries to put that is the greatness of Dinesh - he light foot steps of the poet who walked On the road not taken invite me. But I have no guts to follow them And I am walking the road with many foot prints. thank you sir
Elders advise - walk on well lighted paths where there are others roaming. Walking alone on an untrodden paths may turn out to be dangerous in the modern world. Nice observations. Thank you.
A thoughtful write. Very true said in few lines, very few love to take challenges or have guts to follow the path less travelled road. While many prefer to follow the footsteps of others, just because challenges are very less. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You may change the title of the poem from Midnight Blues to Midnight Revelry! The poet in you is awakened and subjects dance around. They come out forceful in torrents as we just see! So rejoice! !