Where angels love to tread

When I look at the faces of people
Who are being eaten up by life-threatening diseases,
My heart, like chaff gets blown by the wind,
A deep emptiness encompassing its profundity,
Leaving my mind agonized.

I think of the peaceful resistance of Bach and Beethoven,
To all blatant lies, hypocrisy and debauchery,
The idiosyncracies popping up like mushrooms,
And the serenity of their feelings
Sifted and softly sieved of all dirty particles.

My belief in life is renewed
And my wings take me to Mansarovar,
The highest body of soft water in the world.
I swim and all my troubles evaporate
Leaving me bright and light to taste
The achingly true facets of life.

I listen to the ebb and flow
Of emotions in my heart
And think of Mozart and Einstein,
The geniuses who knew how to hide
Those feelings that hinder man
From elevating his spirit
To a higher plane.

I live naturally ever after,
A world traveller and star gazer
Championing human ideals,
Forging that path where
Angels love to tread.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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