Today we tread along
The road to the clouds
That speak of rain, and
Joyous bliss, encased in
Honey droplets, that kiss
Our lips, caress our tongues
A nest I would make
From twigs that grow
On the pathway green
Now dark with thunder
Oh, where are the lights?
The barren trees
Witness the change
Silently, mute.
A naive slave
I am tonight
commanded by your passion
I rise and fall
And with each passing breath
That road to the clouds
Take me home
This Poem is shared with The Mag - Mag 88.
Beautiful Mr. Sinha! :)
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem, Amrit. I especially like "today we tread along the road to the clouds", it's beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sharon :-)
DeleteA beautiful from me too.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thank You Anna :-)
DeleteBeautiful poem, Mr G ... I'm more than a naïve slave tonight ... just want to sleep and sleep and sleep ... but wouldn't mind to be woken up by kisses ...
ReplyDeleteI bet that would be just perfect :-)
DeleteThank You Ali :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Jerry :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
ReplyDeleteHopes and dreams woven so beautifully Amrit:) I lost myself in the clouds for a while...Beautifully penned!!
ReplyDeleteThis was quite lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks Katherine :-)
Delete"A nest I would make
ReplyDeleteFrom twigs that grow"...
such hope, and then you mention "change"... sounds like somone's dreams do not come true - which ties in with the bleakness of this image!
Thank You Margaret :-)
Deleteloved the title and as usual beautifully written :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot buddy :-)
DeleteSensuous...beautiful...
ReplyDeleteThank You Tess :-)
DeleteAmrit , this is such a sweet poem. Loved reading it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Usha Ji :-)
DeleteI read it out loud. That's how spell-casting it is :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Lubaina :-)
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