Where has the sun gone hiding?
The brightness receding-
Where shall I go, it searching?
The ocean kept asking-
Where have the birds gone, chiming?
Their music, vanishing
Where shall I find them singing?
The sky remained quizzing-
Where have the blooms gone, fading?
Their fragrance, lingering
Where shall I go, them hunting?
The earth kept requesting-
Why can't you wait until morning?
The wind murmured smiling
'Nature comes, all retrieving,
You shall be thanksgiving'!
~Kesav Venkat Easwaran~
27 October 2011
Questions and answers! ! Musing along, Life on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Why can’t wait until morning? The wind murmured smiling: 'Nature comes, all retrieving You all pay thanksgiving'! a beautiful meditation....... thank u dear poet Kesav. you have great power of imagination in you. tony
this wind song full of questioning, return in rhetoric to thanksgiving, lovely
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When cloud comes it covers the sun. In such case sun hides and sun hides at night. But there is always promising rise everyday. Wind touches every corner and it sifts cloud. In wind you have sung a nice song. This poem is brilliantly penned! ..5 stars..