Time that stride where panorama abides
Viewed by different eyes yet the same things coincide.
Flawless tears praised the virtues of rain.
Clouds of thunderbolt shook the tree of pellets.
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A good attempt in the chapter of scenic beauty. Thank you very much, Geetha.
eyes still searching for something and beyond.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - now isn't that the truth? No matter how lovely the scenery right before us, our eyes soon begin to wander seeking further delights. No matter how lovely the house we live in our eyes wander toward another house down the street. No matter how good the job we hold, we gaze with envy at the job someone else holds. I think our panoramic frames can get us into big trouble! Love the way you handled this topic, Geetha.
A mesmerizing picture of spring. But yes, the heart yearns for something more. The insatiable hunger of the heart n soul of man takes us beyond this world, to the space n the moon.10
Beyond the frame, we look for something more! We are never satisfied with what we have already caught in our frame of vision and our quest after newer things continues without end! An insightful write!
The analogy between the seasons and the moods of mind has been explained by you in a breath-taking style....yes...seasons are also designed by God to influence our minds...very lucidly put forward by you in your lovely stanzas...10 points to you..
Yet eyes still searching for something beyond. This is so true! Our quest ends only with last breath. I guess this is why our religion gave us God realization or Moksha as last goal. A never ending challenge!
To me the poem appears a metaphor of one's life, Various stages of life are described as various seasons. In any case the thoughts are nicely penned and touch the readers' hearts.
Summary of scenic beauty is interestingly drawn in this poem. Clouds of thunderbolt shook the tree of pellets. Rain come by virtue to this paradise. Spring has arrived with beautiful desires. An amazing composition is shared here. Revisiting this poem values more...10
Spring just sprang up waking all desires. Everything hangs in where vitality lay nested. - - - - - A wonderful write.Thank you for sharing.
It was like designed to create a song mam, well written.
Fantastic expression on panorama. Let me quote some lines... Flawless tears praised the virtues of rain. Clouds of thunderbolt shook the tree of pellets. Enjoyed. Thanks...10
Spring just sprang up waking all desires. Everything hangs in where vitality lay nested. Picturesque ambience fills the bouquet in one frame Yet eyes still searching for something and beyond. A lovely poem that springs with joy! Whatever joy the picturesque scenery provides, Yet, we tend to look beyond into a arena of higher happiness. That's where we step into the realm of spirituality. A poem of deep reflection. Enjoyed reading it Geetha. :) A full vote for you with the joy of spring!
Where vitality lay! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Our minds swing with the change of seasons. Our eyes seek a beauty farther beyond they can see. 'Spring just sprang up waking all desires' - loved this line, a wonderful expression!