Cradle To Cosmos Comments

'Nothing that is human is alien to me' was the Roman playwright Terence's statement of humanism. Here you exemplify commitment to the full heights and depths of spiritual life, Your poem faces its dark bypaths as well as its idealistic scenes.

Beautifully penned, a brilliant piece.

Interesting. Nice work, Probir

DO YOU STILL READ ME PLDO... PERCEPTION OF LOVE IS DIFFERENT

What wisdom from such a young man.

Lovely piece enjoyed it

Let me die to my overmuch dream, My aspirant mind to put my face on You, With similar beatitude like my childhood, Let me Cradle from creation to Cosmos

Yes, my dear friend and poet: only in God (Guru) we can rescue that lost happiness! I feel it in my soul! The ancient times won't come back anymore! Beautiful poem!

Long ago with trembling hand did I hold the hand of my mother, Heart was Warm with the dream of blissful days, Colourful were the days for Unknown Mystery ahead, Cosmic bliss rained lovingly With no pain of supposed strains, ..! ! !

With the March of time all is lost, the song of birds now bears message for unthought idea, Dreamful and easy days are hardened for life's essential promises, Like a canvas mind is painted with rough draft, ...! ! !

Long ago with trembling hand did I hold the hand of my mother, Heart was Warm with the dream of blissful days, Colourful were the days..! ! !

Long ago with trembling hand did I hold the hand of my mother, Heart was Warm with the dream of blissful days, Colourful were the days for Unknown Mystery ahead, Cosmic bliss rained lovingly With no pain of supposed strains, Eyes were full of dreamful Joy and ambitious hopes,

Let me die to my overmuch dream, My aspirant mind to put my face on You, With similar beatitude like my childhood, Let me Cradle from creation to Cosmos...! !

With the March of time all is lost, the song of birds now bears message for unthought idea, Dreamful and easy days are hardened for life's essential promises, Like a canvas mind is painted with rough draft, Still it is boiling in the hot water of life, ..! !

Twittering of birds and crimson rays did awake us from long night's nutritious rest. Vast green field with blue heaven and rustic lore - an Eden, God was but image of festivity...! !

Eyes were full of dreamful Joy and ambitious hopes, Invisible wings soared high and touched the stars, Unknown filled the heart with wonderment,

Colourful were the days for Unknown Mystery ahead, Cosmic bliss rained lovingly With no pain of supposed strains,

Long ago with trembling hand did I hold the hand of my mother, Heart was Warm with the dream of blissful days, ..//

Love's manifold distortions and crudest part of carnal delusion, The painful cohabitation of past and present I am torn apart....! !

Vast green field with blue heaven and rustic lore - an Eden, God was but image of festivity...! ! !