A hunchbacked hillock gives specific identity to the region
The identity of who carved this has been always a mystery
Couldn’t the craftsman reach higher to chisel the crown
On a bed of rocks, it meditates, unaware of the worldly pain
Looks indifferent to first-time travellers
Wait, till the tranquil cave is found in the earth’s deep womb
The positive vibes resonate clearly, welcoming and affectionate
Tributaries of rustic paths emanating from this hillock
More of a welcoming path being planned for weary travellers
Layin on the bed of Earth, the fragrance of darkness is mesmeric
Stars weave a narrative with celestial signs across an obscure blue
Storytelling by the angelic voices will make this region a part of folklore
~Amitav
What a lovely, dreamy line, “the fragrance of darkness is mesmeric”, a gorgeous poem to be re-visited again and again, Amitav!
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Thank you so much, Kim. Your compositions on nature are so eloquent, they take the reader into another reality. Such vivid imagery you paint with words. I am glad you liked this poem. Nature’s inspiration.
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Yes!
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Thank you so much, Tiffany for sharing my work,
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You are so profoundly awake and alive 🙂
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