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Beloved
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bishupoetry Bring out the cymbals bring out the drums
The sun is shining- leaves are swaying, dancing
Flowers are laughing, birds are singing
Blue sky beckoning me to run away
From the poison fumes, the masked people
On the streets,at the malls - everywhere
Mind is bubbling with words but not enough
to paint the charm of nature-- I cannot !
Begin scattering your perfumed petals
My beloved has arrived ! my beloved has arrived !
"Oh stars sparkle from heaven, sing the rhythm
My beloved has arrived ! my beloved has arrived !
She is very shy - my beloved , don't make her blush
How lovely she looks among the green grass lush
Leave me alone ! Leave us alone in solitude !
Let me enjoy, savour the gift of her gratitude
Lips soft, moist, fragrant rose petal
Her heavenly garb- wondrous smile-she's no mortal !!!
'Twas decades ago when I last met her
Time has melted behind me but she has moved afar
from my woven dreamy web of modern life & living
She's the beautiful,beautiful dream again come true
I can't express in words how much I really love you
Come closer, closer till I can feel your warmth
Your love,affection, your laughter , your mirth
Your love is sunshine in the frigid winter
Your laughter -- the chirping singing birds at dawn
Your mirth the soft glowing sun at dawn
For you it is only fun !!!!!!!
I yearn for your affection
I try to grope towards your direction
You gloom when the flowers wither
, dry petals fall off
Nobel Laureate Tagore wrote of the pansies by the roadside
Great modern poets trample and cast aside
Beauty of the rainbow,the cool spray of the rain
When pricked by a tiny thorn why I grimace in pain ?
Pain the price for the unlimited treasure trove
Nature has handed in plenty without any limits
Lush green leaves , flowers now droop in shame
Cars belching poison fumes at them is only a game
THe GAME Modern Man playing with nature
Go back to your abode beloved there's NO HOPE in Future
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
Author's Notes/Comments:
Maybe someday true sense will dawn................... It may be too late then. I think Cevance style rose in skull.
Makes me mad....and sad. That
Makes me mad....and sad.
That means it's good. Man kills his beloved. Earth commits planetary 'seppuku'.
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/nightlight1220/poem/955105
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I would love to have this
I would love to have this affect on someone that would cause them to write such enthusiastic and charming poetry! It's contagious! Love it! Wonderful!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Comment on 'Beloved'
Great description of the beloved one!
Well written by keeping the lush green grass away from the poisonous fumes!
Nice write!
Ben
Respected Mr Raj
Respected Mr Raj.Thanx............ Completed typing just now. Written long ago in Sept 2006. Please read the full poem.
©bishu