Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
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Lonely life is most painful.Even with money and utmost luxury, one needs a friend or companion to be happy.A beautiful poem by Maya Angelou.
CONGRATS for being chosen by POEM HUNTER and TEAM as The Modern Poem Of The Day
Super 5 Stars Full for this greatest gem, Beauty in brilliance. CONGRATS to the family of the late great Poetess
I cite here Maya's words from which this poem has become a greatest GEM, (at least according to my eyes) Citing: How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
This poem touchyed my soul! I want to be like you, , , you're my idol... Rest in peace dear Mama! ! !
Your poems are like songs needing to be put to music........ love this one so pure....
This is an excellent and beautiful philosophic poem very brilliantly written with perfection perception of life. Beauty of personality can be maintained alone. Own spiritual journey, you have to decide and no one can earn virtue or peace for you.
Whether it is night or day, you have to think alone and live alone. If you are thirsty you have to drink water alone and no other person can drink it for you. If you are hungry you can eat alone and no other person can take your food. You have to live alone.
Nobody has come with you and nobody will go. As compared to cosmic time if you see, you are companioned by others for few moments only. Only you will remain alone. You have to walk alone. Life is like this, very mysterious and wonderful.
In tranquillity you can feel it better and move with beautiful mind to gain interesting delight. You have right inner light, hope and vision. You have inner power and values. Self awakening gives you identity. It tells about your true being.
We move and come and perform our drama in this Earth. We live in a crowded society but we live with loneliness. Every person takes his journey here alone. No one goes with you. You can feel your soul at home outside.
Alone, all alone... the poetess digs the ground of tranquility..a wonderful poem!
Facts do not cease to exist because they are being ignored. A brilliant work of art.