Sunday, April 17, 2011

Clear

When I speak, I ask questions, while some
continue to babble; I always hear

like clear water: a look
on the face like a stream

which cannot be dammed. It says
be tranquil, dearest, as shade

over deep water; you are
clearer to us, as dear

as the river stones, as smooth
as the voice of the river.

2 comments:

Joy Palakkal said...

Spontaneous flow of tranquil feelings!!!

beautiful!!!
Wish You All Best Wishes!!

Bethany Elizabeth said...

Lovely poems! I especially like the first one - it's beautiful. :)