Destined
to be a poet,
dreaming daffodils
with words whistling
wishful hope
in the wind of
time....
Destined
to be a woman
wrapping weary emotions
with the soft garment
of love, joy and contentment
wondering, wishing, wandering....
Destined
to be a child
of an all loving,
all embracing Lord
praying for His Grace
for today, for eternity....
9 comments:
Child, woman and poet are ourselves, different thoughts making us accordingly.
Well said.
All aspects covered there. Beautiful.
Three lovely poems.
the soft garment
of love, - wonderful image
Hi Laughing Housewife.
I am glad you enjoyed reading this piece of verse.
Thanks.
Hi Anthony.
Thanks. Glad you like the poem.
Hi Madan,
Yes, very true. We identify with all that we are in our lives...
And destined we are to be the readers such a wonderful verse!
Destined we are to share the soft words of a strong poet
Destined we are to see the images and love the words
And destined we are to be friends of the great poet Shail!
Dear Sridhar,
So, the novelist ventures into the poetry domain of a small time poet eh?
Thanks for dropping by. I am glad you liked this piece of verse.
Nice blog thanks ffor posting
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