THE SOUND-dr.k.g.balakrishnan
                                You the Sound, Colorless, Odorless,                           
                               Tasteless and the Shapeless, Non-tactile  
                                But the Expression obliterates the dark.
 	Like the rising sun mercilessly melts away the dew.
      
      
                           You the sweet Dream electro-magnetic 	
                                  Which enchant the quantum by each and every speck, 
                                   You the Sound in out and the Third Eye
                                   The countless stars those twinkling as eyes; 
                                    Moments spurn time wave and tide.
                                   Fate the intractable is always with me like    
                                   The shadow death and destination endless. 
                                  The Voice that sparkles day and night
                                  Glittering emerald is nothing   than you! 
                                     Your lips prompting and prompting everything! 
                                      I am the passer by seeking your footprint
                                       But could only hear You in the song lingering.
                                       We fools waste the sound by scolding shouting cursing
                                        Self, universe, five senses and what else!                                   
                                       You console me clarify glorify and amplify.
                                        Sound is wave also light both spell shape. 
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I wish there were more poems like this. I think if Plato was finally dismissed the fool he is, that poetry would rise to the language of education, of teaching children, of contemplating everything around us. Exceptional poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish there were more poems like this. I think if Plato was finally dismissed the fool he is, that poetry would rise to the language of education, of teaching children, of contemplating everything around us. Exceptional poem!