our world ripening like a tall tree
stands bare even in the spring
peaceful and calm at the end of it.
learn it everyday, silent and vast
dust settles, the silence is so deep.
not so loudly, not talk so much.
under the power of sun, which to burn
we are in a tiny closet, a bridge to cross
see in your eyes the note and the chord.
we are in a tiny closet, a bridge to cross
see in your eyes the note and the chord.
the wind ruffles, the bend in the road
crack at the edge, noise fills the earth
we have lost in words, in our thoughts.
we have lost in words, in our thoughts.
The poem articulates existential concerns when it speaks about bareness,dust and silence.It is ever the mark of a genuine Poet,that their work deals with weighty subjects deftly and cogently.Gopal is such a Poet.