The Poets World Poem by SUSHANA VITTALDEV
The Poets World
When winds blow cold,
And rains wet grounds and soul,
It’s time to find smiles elsewhere,
Not to be gloom!
But I say –
Oh! Let the winds whistle!
Let the rains pound the walls!
I am here and I can feel,
The power and the strength of the lioness!
I can reach out and touch her mane!
How can I not smile?
There is nothing I cannot say, see or feel!
Oh! The Poets world –
When winds blow cold,
And rains wet ground and soul,
I can still be….. ME!
When Winds Blow Cold So it is when one ventures out To the real world that is about And finds that there is reason to be HERE, and still be me. Every waking day The same words come into play But the poet in us all Can rearrange them at our call. Which permits those winds of yesteryear To bring memories which we should not fear For they are the windows to the soul That make the winds blow hot, not cold. s
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4/26/2024 2:29:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
yes i agree, the poet's world is a beautiful world, it is sensitive, soft, private, romantic, transparent and many a times impervious as well.let us leave the poets in their own beautiful world.cheers.thanx