Rejoice

 

Days seems to be short enough,
for my words to grave on this slate,
still I ink my quill everyday
to cherish my grey days.
I hear the silence of midnights,
and by dawn the mellow whispers of cuckoo.
Every night I thread to reach HIS voice
in vain, still I am enthralled by HIS divinity.
Only wish now I have,
before my chariot moves towards destiny,
Sit by runnel and have a glimpse of sunrise,
which my partisan minds had long conceived.
I can see the cold breeze running over peaks
and touching my gratifed soul tepidly,
I see the sceptres moving around,and
I entomb my last words deep within.

 

 

-Nishant Shah,

4th March 2012

Reviews

[RJM]

Amazing. Great imagery and cadence.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the description and the story in this poem. Life had many lesson and decisions. Better to think first and do the right things. I enjoyed the poem. Open the doors to thoughts. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Poetic Beauty]

Deep thought and welled penned with a great words

[AK]

Very well written. The description is the cherry on the cake for such a beautiful and thoughtful poem.
The last two lines are very well scripted and I'm sure anyone who reads it will remember it:)
Great work! That was amazing!

[msharma]

The Almighty's reach is limitless ,the poem drafted helps the reader enjoy His favors with all His might,Lovely penning.