Theme: Perception


The sun spots appear
in every eleven years,
but have these ever corrupted
the face of the rising sun?
Never, an ineffable tenderness
ever surrounds the golden orb.

On your ocean surface, ever calm and serene,
I see likewise no signs of turbulence or anger,
instead, emerald ripples of love and peace
following each other advance and flood to my shore...


More By  : Dr. Kumarendra Mallick

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thank you, Rupradha for liking it. love.

06-Aug-2012 13:08 PM

Comment wow..too good..

06-Aug-2012 12:25 PM

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