Retreat to heights of freedom,
where silence silhouetted in.
A feeble hum of sea still alive,
bringing back memories alive.
Day swims away in waves of time,
plunging deep behind horizon.
in pinnacle of divine dynamics,
rainbow props up as mystery.
With sigh of anxiety; hands stretch.
Feel of celestial closeness breezes on.
Curves; of creativity sprays colour,
in different shades of bluish green.
A magic vision across sky is complete.
Intricate texture of clouds moves past.
Awe struck eyes close in meditation,
becoming part of cosmic extravaganza.
Cold foggy rain clouds erect a wall behind,
cascade of scanty golden streaks of sunlight.
Day meets cold night in twilight zone,
murmuring mantra’s of divinity.
Trekking back to lights and shades,
nostalgic scenic scenarios arrive in mind.
From fathoms of turbulence a bubble,
A spring of faith rises from dirt, a prayer!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes. This poem bubble rises…but not from dirt. It rises from the gilt of a pure and god loving mind…*10*