Turning the pages
of my diary.....
I can see that young sapling
Sown a day when I was fourteen
Is rising and growing
into a giant tree
It's foliages chasing the gleam of
yellow yolk peeping out of cloudy egg
It is growing each day in its quest
to kiss that old blue stagnant sky.
I can see that tiny bud
Resting in a deep slumber
Is blooming out
yawning high to awake
Gradually throwing out its petals
It is blooming in a long covet
To touch the soothing winter breeze.
I can see that small river
Born by the melting of huge glacier
Is widening during its course
Through the mountains, hills and valleys
It is flowing recklessly
Down to meet and loose its being
Diving into the infinite depth of sea.
Turning the pages, I reached the bookmark
On the right, blank pages staring at me
And I can see on the left
That young naive girl running
alone on roads of her fantasized world
Built inside realm of her silent thinking
Stealing those unseen, beyond visible spectrum
She is running to drink the downpour of wisdom
From ethereal fountain of her love- poetry!
Through the mountains, hills and valleys It is flowing recklessly Down to meet and loose its being Diving into the infinite depth of sea. amazing how THIS sapling can go warp speed... :) lovely lines, , , a peak into ones self and mind can reveal so much and therein germinates wisdom.. liked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Jaya, The sapling of poetry, you have planted some four years back is continuously sprouting new golden leaves and blossoms. Making every onlooker happy, and ask for more. Congats. And wish you best. A mighty 100++ for this one...
Thank you sir for your valuable comment....n yeah If it males the onlooker happy, I m going to pen more n more