Leaf through ages
Leaf through minds
Leaf through hearts
To find a drop of selfless love
In the mother's bosom
Or the lovers lap
In the firstborn's cry
Where can i find love without 'my'
Am tired and dazed inside
My bones grind and nerves fret
Where can i find the river
To hang my harp and weep
Am blessed, be told
My breath unhindered
My sight unabashed
It pains but i move, still
This ungrateful soul
Needs more, greeds more
when you give me meadows
I ask for fences and walls
Thus goes my search
From woods to pasteurs
And pastuers to town
From dusk to dawn
Am never at rest
In constant search
In crowd, in shrine
In drought and rain
Am chasing shadows
I know, i did not pause
To ponder the face of this quest,
To find my self back in love
Till this winter stopped me
Slapped me and its cold
Winds shook me and woke me
To see angels gleaming in sky
For, i was a fool caught
In the spider's web
Thought am climbing but no!
It was laid for me, only for me
And now at the day's end i see
love is kind, Love is patient,
I raided this world and all
In search of love, to be loved
When all i had to do is
Look at me and let go
For, to love is forgive
I forgive now myself and love
to love is to forgive. i forgive myself i forgive all those who wounded me i forgive all those who offended me.. very nice conclusion....... that is christlike..... love your poem for the sublime and noble thoughts at the end. thank you. God bless u. tony
And now at the day's end i see love is kind, Love is patient, ..... to love and to be l oved is the quintessence of life........ we shall forgive always. very nice and lofty ideals. thankyou dear poetess.
A man constantly on the move only to be entrapped 'For, i was a fool caught In the spider's web. Ultimately the truth reveals itself as mentioned in the following lines: I raided this world and all In search of love, to be loved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a myth and nothing more It changeth with time at a another shore Deep is the lie at the hearts core Which has a very flexible swivel door.... Great poem of yours doctor....I invite you to my page too for your critical comments on my poetic attempts