I am unaware
of myself today,
some emotions evoke,
so sublime,
that they dry up
even before flowing through my eyes.
O my lord,
bless me with your appearance.
Flow endlessly through my eyes.
And in the trickling warmth,
let me offer myself
to your unending faith in me.
And to your sweet touch,
let the viscosity melt in me.
Empty my being,
to its utmost penury.
...Penury rightfully mine,
earned, by surrendering
my riches, like water,
from my palms,
facing the sun.
And thus creating a hollowness,
only for you to abide.
We always surrender in His loving will...such beautiful poetic offering you have made, a 10.
wowww! ! ! ! ! beautiful Oh lord, strike, strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart A++++++and 10++++++++ regards anjali
The true poet is always unaware of himself when he is creating. Lovely work. Warm regards, Sandra
'Yo Vedha Nihitham Guhayam Parame Vyoman'...thus says Vedic Philosophy... that means 'he who knows, it is in the vast hollowness of heart inside HE abides'... eternal truth very beautifully expressed, Sarvesh...you are drifting on a superior thought level along with your poem here...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow.... a very nice poem.... surrendering oneself.... to the one beyond.. reason... is but a total forgetting of one life..... your so true and thought appealing of my soul.. thank you... God bless.... a 10 point