The time it was of late June—
Time of impending monsoon,
All evening I watched with glee
The churnings of the tidal sea,
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And a thought thundering came: What if man's all foam, no frame? A poem that projects a profound thought. Beautifully composed in Rhyme Royal, Aniruddha ji.
I wonder how beautifully you construct poems sir! I guess you have gained great knowledge and experience as a writer in esteemed Times of India Newspaper! Hope, your works will come to limelight soon! This is really a beautiful poem. My favorite lines, " All evening I watched with glee/The churnings of the tidal sea'....10
I must appreciate, Dr Swain, for taking a little time to say some good words for the poems. These days nothing comes to light unless brought to light, promoted and marketed. But that would not satisfy me enough, a poem has to surface on its own, cream as surfaces from milk.
contd, It is like what this ditty assays: A million million spermatozoa in chaos and strife, And only one has the chance to create life.
To continue from what I said to Dr Swain, it is like what this ditty assays: A million million spermatozoa in chaos and strife, And only one has the chance to create the life.