The flickering light
Calls me to join
The fest of life, fame
And the world of name.
I watch the light
And try to write
The story of my
Half-empty life.
I know
To touch it,
Miles to go.
Or, halfway done
I'll back
To sit before
My window.
The golden harvest
If grows here in
My land of creation,
It must reach there
Before I arrive on foot.
The sky, the cloud, the rain,
And my pent up pain,
Must get condensed
On the blank sheet
To be a universal poem.
Fantastic poem Neela. I loved the beautiful lines...... The sky, the cloud, the rain, And my pent up pain, Must get condensed On the blank sheet To be a universal poem. I agree with Valsa's comment, this definitely is universal poem....... Loved the way you scripted each lines....
The sky, the cloud, the rain, And my pent up pain, Must get condensed On the blank sheet To be a universal poem. Beautiful lines.....! Then definitely it would be a UNIVERSAL poem!
Lifted nicely, smoothly The flickering light Calls me to join The fest of life, fame- -concluding Desir, hope and must say the soul of thepoem- The sky, the cloud, the rain, And my pent up pain, Must get condensed On the blank sheet To be a universal poem. 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem echoing inner feelings. beautifully written!