Walls of intellectualism
block my freedom to dream,
Poetry breaks the blurred prism.
I leap in the air
on the back of a mare,
God whispers,
“For this child, it’s fair.”
Sheltered by my muse’s boldness,
the clouds I caress,
My pains I confess,
God whispers with a pure life
I’m blessed.
Back to the ground,
I’m the lotus in the mud
resisting all of temptations’ buds.
Unbound to previous births, this birth;
Unbound to the better-half, no half;
Beyond the walls my thoughts fly,
Up, high in no bound sky
deeper, deeper beyond the sky
where at my poetry
the Supreme smiles.
Vatsala Radhakeesoon
A quintessentially existential poem delivered with an engaging vibrancy.
Thanks a lot Mr.Louis!
A lovely, multi-layered,faith-centred poem.
Thanks a lot, poet friend!
Loved the myriad hues of this vibrant poem .
Thank you very much!
very nice and inspiring poem…full of confidence…
Thanks a lot brother!
Lovely, on poetry, faith and the mystical side of life 🙂
Thanks a lot Anoucheka!