Frills and fringes are defiant
That breaks norms on the way
Long run is still in the queue
There mud that wrinkle the lucid
Its mud that rest all the way
Tear the norms of emotions
That grabs the form of wisdom
To conquer the land ahead
Haste that controls its notions
Clarify terms on that voyage
That conquest the changes of motion
Later that mystic the turn to a gigantic
All forms that quill to eternity
That spills the randomness on queue
But the invasion was over
There fills the tides of calmness
Life fills grief in some turn
There fills the momentum of vagueness
But the flow turns to an island
There calmness is not an endeavor! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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Very insightful, aspects of life narrated very beautifully......phenomenal write.......I liked it
A very philosophic poem that appears as a chapter of a book of ethics. The straight path of eternity has many frills and fringes on each side of the road but behind the this beauty is a slope that leads to mud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem with deep meaning. Very true said in few lines..... Frills and fringes are defiant That breaks norms on the way Long run is still in the queue There mud that wrinkle the lucid sometimes river is muddy, When its calm its clear and lucid....loved the imagery you used in this poem....