A vast expanse of nothing,
But shades of blue,
Spread over thousands of meters,
Its magnitude askew.
Made up of millions,
If not billions of tiny droplets.
Gigantic in size,
Its timeless.
Despite its volume,
It is contained in its allotted sector
To a hundred different species,
It is the protector.
It is the grand father
Of all cascades.
If the world were a deck of cards,
It is the ace of spades.
A patient’s motivational speaker
A poet’s inspirational corner,
The exciter of the depressed
A country’s alluring honour.
It is deep,
It is of the colour of the sea,
A colossal puddle,
Completely free
It is ferocious,
It is perennial,
It is golden,
It is the OCEAN.
It is the OCEAN.
Ananya>>>>>i really like the way you think, the way you look at things>>>>>> it really reflects how sentient you are towards existence>>>>>>i feel you really need to add some music to your writings>>>>>>that flow is missing>>>>>>u like william wordsworth? if yes, read more of him and if no, then please do get in touch with him>>>>>>>>but that doesn't undermine the fact that the likes of you, especially in these insensitive times, are rare>>>>>>God Bless
ReplyDeleteI am very glad you liked the poem and am extremely grateful for these kind words. Yes, I have heard of William Wordsworth and shall take up your advice and read more of his poems. I will work on your suggestions and hopefully you'll be able to see the result in my next poem :D A whole-hearted thank you once again.
DeleteSo young yet so subtle / you are going ahead in double/ Philosopher, my child/ Sing your hymns/ Wish you a happy and pleasent time
ReplyDeleteI guess it runs in the blood :P
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