Unknown

by Pili Pubul



I dilute my old yearnings over aromatic fresh herbs colorful flowers, tenderly moistened by morning dew. Fresh grass caresses my being with gentle softness upon old scars. Quietly embracing shadows of comfort. My soul awaits in silence mysteries unknown.

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you so very much Kumarendra for such sensitive comment.

pilipubul
26-Aug-2013 08:21 AM

Your poem, Pili, gives a peaceful feeling. You touch a soft music of deep philosophy.

Kumarendra Mallick
26-Aug-2013 02:11 AM

Precious words that moved me. Thank you Nathmal.

pilipubul
25-Aug-2013 10:07 AM

Matured & realistic thoughts.You have experienced all this.God always bless you.Thank you Mam.

Nathmal Sharma
25-Aug-2013 05:30 AM