Serenity

by Shernaz Wadia

The barbet’s metronome

nor any other birdsong

refreshes old memories

they re-awaken instead

the stillness of innocence

when the heart had no longings

and the mind knew no pain.

In the surf’s surge

and the rustle of leaves

I hear the earth’s music

Transfixed in the moment

enthralled by its inviolability

I am adrift in timeless tranquillity

Taken far out of myself

Do I come closer to the Self?

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Comments on this Poem

I agree with you, Ramesh. Thank you.

Shernaz
14-Mar-2021 12:36 PM

Drifting to spirit is far better than attachment to body!

T A Ramesh
14-Mar-2021 07:15 AM