Abiding in the heart, sentiments breathe
Roll and churn covered in a sheath
Roiling around in raging tempests
Cavorting here and about: a prank, a caper
Riding on a tide out they pour
Come to rest on lips hiding no more
Lilting they sound when awarded expression
Fragrant to the heart that receives their confession
What use the words that can't find their path?
What worth the man who can't this grasp?
Come to rest on lips hiding no more Fragrant to the heart that receives their confession What use the words that can't find their path? beautiful thoughts and sentiments portrayed in an attractive poem...... thank you dear poet. tony
In raging tempests! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your insight into the nature and intricacies of sentiments is blatantly truthful, and your power of expression great. I love the rhyme of profundity and reality. Beautiful piece written in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kiran.