She has visited hotels across the world
With great star rating, resplendent in beauty,
With organized landscaping
And a balance of the five elements.
Yet she found not a place as comfortable as
A little house with thatched roof,
Mattress on bed made of dried grass,
Furniture few and rustic,
Where the beautiful scent of forest lingers.
Cuddling her quill, peace suffusing her entire persona,
She weaves a mystery all around herself
And looks at the crescent moon.
She has tasted all the cuisines cooks can offer,
The delicious vegetarian and non-vegetarian foods,
Served in dishes the east or the west plan for,
Yet, nothing could surpass a melange of Indian dishes,
Served on a green banana leaf where
The only forks and spoons were the dexterity
Of the five fingers which allowed not
Even a grain of rice to fall on the table.
She has known friends of variegated ranks,
In our present society, of different characteristics,
However, she found no companion as companionable
As sweet solitude,
Which always strikes a chord deep within her.
The sea, pure and profound, wilful, knows it,
So do the purple clouds hovering over
The Wudang mountain monastery in China.
While time ticks away at her own speed,
Eyes dreamy and lips moist,
She fashions her writing turning it into
A reunion with others of epic proportion,
With beauty beyond measure
And grace beyond infinity.
pramila khadun
Much delicious and much eloquent.
What a lovely comment! Thanks Ramesh, nice of you.
A magnificent ,panoramic view of abodes,cuisines,and friends, culminating with the poet’s own vision of what pleases her most.A thoroughly enjoyable read.
Great comment and I love it with all my heart.Thanks dear Vijay for always being so supportive.
The reader will find this to be a bright and thoroughly optimistic work covering a wide range of life encounters and experiences with a universal appeal.
Thanks my dear friend Louis for this enormously beautiful comment which is so encouraging.
I love Chinese cuisine ! you are right about eating with fingers .In all , the poem conveys an independent mind which is what matters at this juncture.
Thanks dear Lokesh for this kind and loving comment.
Beautiful write. Images come to mind as one reads it. Peace and joy radiate.
Thanks dear Vineetha for this lovely comment my heart dances with joy.