The Other valley

The world I stay, thrives by differences ;corporeal and surreal

age it adds to make one wise old and other a young fool

body it binds, land it divides and languages it creates

all for a single purpose-to create this valley of differences.

Time! how cruel you are to cut all asunder

brandishing the ruthless sword that leaves me yonder

from my loved ones, whom thy crew rows efficiently

a journey-which makes the left, grieve on past incessantly.

Unfair is this world, that leaves me in present alone

with all I love tucked in past or future trove

work of unbiased fate, I shall speak not forever

for it is the chief of my happiness plunder.

Thus, I cried to the frolicking waves

that die anew at my feet  always,

"Hop not dear young beings of water

this world deserves not thy  happy chatter"

The waves giggled still in my presence,

" O man! why think you of this forlorn place

where a wave lives on the fall of her kin

a place so miserable with death so keen"

"Think of that valley my comrade of life

where all shall  huddle near a joyous lake,

with fountain of youth brimming our cups,

tree of knowledge silently resting unspoken woes."

Closed I, my eyes that have seen only pain

kissed adieu to friends who speak to most in vain

"I shall look for you in the other valley, my dear

where we laugh at all this; serious and unreal."

Author's Note

is the message clear? what are the points you like?

Reviews

[Lorne Blaine]

The choice of words are great, so are the rhymes. Although, personally, I don't try to find a meaning behing a poem whenever I read one. If I do, I consider the meaning to only be my own and not the author's. Anyway that's subjective, so far it's probably the greatest poem i've seen on this site.

[gautam]

thanks for the sweet words..you can check out my blog for more poems:
https://ipristine.blogspot.in/