Beneath the star studded sky, a faint melancholy,
a song of heart or perhaps a mourn.
Happiness enriched, the breeze smiled,
a reflection of the countenance of her.
the silver streams harmonized
the breeze in tandem played
the song of her heart she felt in nature
and everywhere she wandered
For God has his words spread to the ears,
Some mouth the gnomic pronouncement
others feel and mime the pious chant
but she sang to hearts content...
but my dear, your songs fell
on deaf ears filled with noise of the world
I wish I could understand the sighs that
laced the sorrows and eternal bliss
You loved the world dearly
even when they forsook your soul
Your songs exuded the life
that they all frivolously lived
Your love made the mundane come alive
Your songs exemplified passion
Yet I can understand the agony accompanied
For a listener your heart sought
And with the songs you passed away
But in the songs you lived
For life in a different meaning you taught
To me and the world left behind.
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3 comments:
this doesn't seem original!!! :)
She seems to be an apparition..The poem can scare you..
so when shwetha said that you write poems, i figured it would be about rainbows and sunshine, this is much better,
Keep it going,
Ram
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