WE

It is a piece of poetry which just erupted as lava from my brain, drained through heart and flowed with my fingers. It deals with the happy world without the letter "I".

A sigh of darkness just passed away

Serene musical chores waved

As if there are no sobs of fears

No stains of tears left over

A fierce agony just burnt to ashes

Love waltzed in a beautiful song

As if there are no scars of stabs

No scratches of nails noticed

An evil greed just buried in boneyard

Smiley flowers spread aromas

As if there are no foes existed

No traces of aversion

Solely “We” emerged, not “I”

Today, a slaved ego just drowned.

01/20/2018, SUN

 

 

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

When one finds a belief, or construct, that satisfies, it does feel just like you say in your poem. Like a switch being pressed all the 'darkness', 'sobs of fear' 'fierce agony', 'scars', 'scratches' and 'evil ', get replaced by the aroma of flowers. I love the metaphor at the end...'a slaved ego just drowned' and one finds one is not alone. Good write.

[Sanat Aryal]

Thank You for your time to review my poetry.

[Lydia Shutter]

A re-inventing of oneself....good introspection. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

a real celebration to be had...and genuine "re-birthing" ...very cool ...very poetically said says i!
E.

[Karen Redburn]

Lovely piece, thanks for the read. Cheers!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sanat...when we watch a sunrise in the Spring, we smile sweetly, and so it is with love... a new beginning and flowers 🌺 burst forth with gentle persuasion. Amen... truly, Pat

[Sanat Aryal]

Hi Patricia,
Thank You a lot for your valuable words.

[G.W. Saitreux]

I enjoy the manner you convey an ego-death experience however the wording seems a bit forced.

[Sanat Aryal]

I realized it. Thank You very much for your honest comment. Please keep it up.