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Theme: Love


Love yearns to blossom
gracefully like a blooming vale
Appreciate arising inhibitions
when exploring this wondrous trail
When treading this path
be courageously honorable
With committed cause 
being wisely ethical
Aver then with promising grace
enveloping two, in one embrace
Immersing in the blissful stance
to realize the momentous trance


More By  :  Rajender Krishan

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Genre Of Love Natural And Artificial!
Poem by Ramesh T A
The genre of love birds enjoy in Nature humans wish to live so;
It's a pity the superior being embracing science & technology
For developments longs for natural love lifelong in the world;
The more you leave Nature, the more human touch you lose in life!

Being part of Nature, man cannot love and live away from it;
Dragged between artificiality and Nature, man is in trishanku,
A state between heaven and hell or Earth with no decisiveness;
Nature can neither be neglected nor transcended being in it!

Natural love is real in life that cannot be enjoyed artificially;
Even for the cloned being, the base has to be Nature in the world;
Otherwise, it's like creating heaven itself, an imitation of Natural
One but not an original one that can replace or supersede heaven!

Artificial intelligence is only a replica of natural intelligence
Like the movie love created artificially out of natural love sure!

T A Ramesh
29-Jul-2020 01:42 AM

Comment Graceful aspiration is desire,selfish one is greed.
'Grace' key word here, ever should mark man's life.regards

T.S.Chandra Mouli
23-Jul-2020 14:09 PM

Comment This beautiful piece of poetry is enriched by the gems of experience, wisdom and Muse !

Neera Pradhan
20-Jul-2020 03:44 AM

Comment Absolutely romantic yet with high level of dignity!

G Swaminathan
20-Jul-2020 00:35 AM

Comment It is rooted to realities.

Prof. Shubha Tiwari
19-Jul-2020 10:03 AM

Comment Sensuous, realistic, spiritual.
Desire treading very fine lines.

Alfredo Loarte
19-Jul-2020 09:50 AM

Comment Desire, kaamana, akansha, vasana, the fascination and charms of it, the yearnings and inclinations of it, the infatuation with, how to say it as the dancers, the nautch girls going, passing from a distance lessened Austere Buddha about the Middle Path and the tightening of the wires, chords of the beena, neither too tight nor too less so that it breaks it not nor remains it not loose producing ti not music.
Shringara rasa, one of and deliberated so reminding us of To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell.

bijay kant dubey
19-Jul-2020 09:01 AM

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