Lekhny composition -19-Jul-2023
The Forest
This forest is thick, but it's light, Like a temple, like Athens city. In the forest every daybreak seems An outbreak of harmless fire.
When the sun rises, its descent is silent - Here rarely anyone comes to visit. It is dozing fitfully, or mist has descended.
There is no pillow
On its bed. The empty paths Are eternally circular. Deep breathing, Rational breathing - carefree breathing here. I took a good look round -
The trees belong to all sorts of religions: This tree is Lao-Tze, that one is Confucius, Fruit has bowed the branch with ripeness, It's given a good harvest.
In the forest grow verbs' infinitives, Words' roots, dreams' notions,
The golden fleece, if it's the Lord's drink, The voice here is forest-like.
The echo of this forest is unbroken in time, An echo which has never cut short Similar words, a forest, or a land of words, That is a foreign country.
Rati Am
Niraj Pandey
19-Jul-2023 11:35 PM
nice
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Raghuveer Sharma
19-Jul-2023 11:14 PM
very nice
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Angela
19-Jul-2023 08:23 PM
Wonderful 👏
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