There is one particular day
That bothers me daylong
Again and again
It comes in repeats
Like the lightning dazzling
To blind aged eyes
Or to lull this null old
Behind clouded curtains
In satiated fed up tone
It does sing all past glory
I pray nightlong
for a mightiest day
At last to end up
At a happy rest
But...hmmm...
You guess now
What day it is...
It sounds like a day with some ups and downs. I hope you will have a better day tomorrow.
Thank you Seema...you are right...the poem says every today is so bothering....thanks again
Guessing may not always be accurate dear madam! I read it several times to understand the expression. If my guess is right, life is of two and half days of existence. The poetess might be abstracting the glorious past, to visualize all her deeds and to end up all with a benign urge to Almighty God to assure her soul a divine peace on the mightiest day! The underlying philosophy of your write is greatly admired…10
Thank you very much Dillip...today in repeats is every day....this poem is just about my physical weakness and frustration.. Like the lightning dazzling To blind aged eyes Or to lull this null old Behind clouded curtains .... my poor eyesight and mental restlessness....due to which I look forward to my final rest at least a happy, peaceful one...now no guessing is needed...it's just the daily today... thanks once again
In our life a particular day comes which may bother daylong or may bring satiation or happiness. Dear madam you have so nicely inscribed this poem. Let it be quoted........... There is one particular day That bothers me daylong ........................................... It does sing all past glory I pray nightlong for a mightiest day Atlast to end up At a happy rest Beautiful poem shared.Thanks.
To blind aged eyes Or to lull this null old Behind clouded curtains Lovely poem shared.10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tomorrow is a dream, a day better than today, but it never comes, so we go to our past days. We find many days and wish those days may come back as tomorrow. A beautiful poem.