Through the flow of time, rests a soul divine,
His tempered heart but broke,
Unto the charges of the most,
His philosophy but woke.
His embederment of man a toast.
He crawled on knees of hope,
And stood to reprimand,
The very earth on which we stand,
And rules that power, taught,
That logic versus love be ought,
The savior of the nooses rope,
Of humanities fleeting soul.
On his feet he further coped.
And spread the word, of love and peace,
And songs of birds,
As the waterfall flows, and sings its own.
And the valley beckons him to home.
Given him his very worth,
In his self made tomb
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
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In reading this Krishna came to mind. A beautiful poem that feels peaceful in its culmination. It is full of nature and the cycle of life. Very nicely worded and crafted.
Thank you for reading and the compliment. I searched the poem u mentioned and couldnt find an english version. Do u know a link or site?
Btw i wasnt a big fan of this poem i wrote. Im glad u liked it though. It needs work. Lol
Krishna (various spellings Hindu avatar and god there are poems about him but I was referring to the god himself
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