If pride had not been crushed by billows of reality,
how can we profoundly realise how painstaking it is for us to reach the target afar?
if a dream has not suffered, the extremes of falling off a cliff,
how can we know who is actually endowed with invisible wings?
swallow the tears into your heart,
So they grow into a stout flower
at the time of exhaustion we are able to smell
smell the way with our closed eyes
As if we have slumbered soundly till dawn
still singing and walking with brisk pace……
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spilleronsheet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Resurrecting and reassembling the slept soul…
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Dear Spiller !!
Just wonder how beautifully you express your thoughts ..
Loved these lines
"if a dream has not suffered, the extremes of falling off a cliff,
how can we know who is actually endowed with invisible wings?"
Very different thought !! Nice one always from you !!
Thank you so much dear Vamsi
Am liking a load your linguistic imagery and the fine message concealed on helping readers to "resurrect the slept soul" - what a wonderful expression to keep in mind - thank you for sharing it dear poet friend.
My pleasure dear Fay. Thank you so much for stopping by.
what wonderfully expressive words my friend .. all senses appropriately tickled ............................... Neville
Thank you so much dear Neville
Really like your choice of words in this one !
A great read 🙂
Thanks a lot dear Rose
I am generally laid up in simple words
Cause I am still a novice
Thanks for your appreciation, it makes me elated
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