I have seen
all there is to see
soft snowflakes falling silently
upon rooftops and pines,
warm smoke going up the chimneys
from cottages in Wales,
celebrating christmas eve.
I have seen
all there is to see
Violent sandstorms
as I lay
face buried in the sand
at an afternoon in Kalahari.
I have seen
all there is to see
smelled hot croissants,pizzas and creme
at a quiet restaurant
by river Siene
as a blue eyed beauty
dolefuly sang to her beloved
at a table ,very near me.
I have seen,heard and felt
all these and more,really,
without passports,visas,and travelling fees
believe me...
from a quiet corner
in a lonely room
with a wandering mind
and a heart
overwhelmed in joyful ecstacy.
all there is to see
soft snowflakes falling silently
upon rooftops and pines,
warm smoke going up the chimneys
from cottages in Wales,
celebrating christmas eve.
I have seen
all there is to see
Violent sandstorms
as I lay
face buried in the sand
at an afternoon in Kalahari.
I have seen
all there is to see
smelled hot croissants,pizzas and creme
at a quiet restaurant
by river Siene
as a blue eyed beauty
dolefuly sang to her beloved
at a table ,very near me.
I have seen,heard and felt
all these and more,really,
without passports,visas,and travelling fees
believe me...
from a quiet corner
in a lonely room
with a wandering mind
and a heart
overwhelmed in joyful ecstacy.
posted by Subhamoy Mazumdar at
4:21 AM
1 Comments:
After going through your poem i thought that these visions are generated in your inner-self. A song of Rabindranath flashed in my memory "amare dak dilo ke, vitor pane. ora je dakte jane re ora je dake jane." Before jotting down your thoughts you plunged into your inner world and experienced heavenly beings.
Jaydip Banerjee
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mozartomaniac, at 10:05 AM
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