Dry
leaves crunch underneath my feet
As I approach the bend of a much trodden path
Of life still new gesticulates at me afresh
The poverty of my soul dithers my steps
The blindness of my vision directs me to the wrong turn
I wake up from a nightmare that has lasted too long
By a soft touch, a tender call, a nameless vow
You attract me to your engulfing embrace
I bow down in acknowledgement of your endless glory
As I approach the bend of a much trodden path
Of life still new gesticulates at me afresh
The poverty of my soul dithers my steps
The blindness of my vision directs me to the wrong turn
I wake up from a nightmare that has lasted too long
By a soft touch, a tender call, a nameless vow
You attract me to your engulfing embrace
I bow down in acknowledgement of your endless glory
Beautiful words.....the phrase you used "the poverty of my soul" was just amazing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Bush
DeleteThe title is so different from the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteThanks for making me realize that
DeleteAbsolutely wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you Amitji
Deletebeautiful words
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteGood one.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rajeshji
DeleteHow fortunate to experience a divine touch just when we feel muddled!
ReplyDeleteWell we all have our moments, don't we?
DeleteLoved the flow of thoughts well versed
ReplyDeleteThanks
ReplyDeleteblindness of my vision directs me to the wrong turn...
ReplyDeleteI guess at some point we all lose our sight and then fight to get it back !!
Lovely :)
Well, I think the blindness is perennial at least in my case
Deleteyou never know mam.. :)
DeleteWell waiting
DeleteDry leaves do tell stories when they crunch ... beautiful piece !!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Amrit
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