jvl narasimha rao

THE GREAT INDIAN SOUL

I am not a heap of dry grass
To be burnt by a match stick
I am the great Indian soul
Which is as stupendous
And beautiful as the snow capped
Silvery Himalayas which have
Stood the test of time
And imperishable ,indestructible
Indescribable but admirable
But never to be conquered

Comments2

  • Cheeky Missy

    Sweet. I love this one. Remain strong, yet tender, unconquerable, resilient, and....sweet?

  • jvl narasimha rao

    Dear Ms Cheeky, Thank you very much for your interest in my poems
    yours sincerely,
    JVL



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