O my muse, my sweet muse!
Early morning,
in the gentle breeze of Rose-Hill,
I often feel you on my windowsill.
To you my pains and joys I daily reveal,
Because I know for me you deeply feel.
We fly together to Corps De Garde mountain,
Our laughter echoing, emotions unchained.
On a luminous rainbow we always sit,
Thousands of lamps are elegantly lit.
You take me to Mother Sparrow
who on my palm whispers, “No sorrow.”
The flowers I caress,
To my pets I say, “No regrets.”
With you back in my room,
I meet No Longer Gloom.
Like a halo around my head
you smile
and I write,
I run a thousand miles.
Vatsala Radhakeesoon
A vibrant and captivating poem.
Thanks poet friend Mr. Vijay!
Picturesque!
The tender side of poetry.
Women poets experience and employ language more delicately, as opposed to a masculine prose/poetry by the males of the tribe.
This poem is the solid evidence for the skeptics.
Thanks for the valuable comments, Mr.Sunil ! I really appreciate this.
Your verses are so charming and vibrant , Vatsala.
Thanks a lot dear poet friend Monika!
Mesmerizing…beautiful description of Nature…musical verses…
Thanks a lot, !
Lovely write dear 🙂
Thanks dear Anoucheka
Lovely poem creating an utopia, beautiful indeed.
Thanks a lot!