I wish β¦ !
When I behold the myna calling its mate,
Sitting on a coconut frond, in its sweetest voice,
I wish I could follow them talk the birdie-way
When I behold the lady nuzzles her head with
The man, and lies claiming him, with her tail wagging,
I wish I could hear their silent talk the cat-way
When I behold the round moon crowns the bridge
I am to cross, in the twilight gloom when the shadows dance,
I wish I could learn the ballet of those fleecy white clouds
When I behold the pale face of the night in the murky air
I wish I could listen to the footfall of the moments behind me
sarala
This world is full of “kinds” …. a mixture of umpteen kinds which do not have any language common than the fact that the living breathes the same air … yet there is a language silently connecting all of them and they learn each other … some fights … some gets along easily … and not only among the human the whole world is a union of sets and subsets… it has to be so … and whether the human accept it or not the balancing is kind of an auto process among the existences… nothing can be “excess” nor “less” πΒ Β let us learn each other …Β π
A keen yearning to ”know” different kinds of” knowledge” in the world around us, underlines the romantic sensibility in Sarala’s delightful poem. Lovely last line.
Thank you so much. Vijay Sir π
Very beautiful poem!!! It had a calming effect on me!
Thank you so much .. so happy to read this π
Nature is full of its delight. Indeed beautifully captured moments.
Thank you so much π
Love the soft touch and the insight you always try to bring into any poem so seamlessly and beautifully!
Thanks Maya π