When the dried leaves strewn on the ground rustled
And the winds whispered their tune
Did they reckon among them
As to which ones were unique
When the sea waves washed away the sand grains
With the ebb and flow of their dancing tides
Did they reckon among them
As to which ones were unique
When the dawn broke with the rays of the sunlight
And fell upon the glistening pearls of dew
Did they reckon among them
As to which ones were unique
When the voices and footsteps became evanesces
And dissolved into a few words of eulogies
Did they reckon among them
As to which ones were unique
Yet again,
When life hums its typical sing-song tune
The voices inside and around urge, to strive
For that unique song
Before getting carried away
To the lands yonder
PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter Y.
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.
Such a lovely use of the refrain to weave a philosophical yet magical poem! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSo true Ira.
ReplyDeleteOnly we want to sing that song which no one has ever sung and yet every note and verse has always been here forever like the water we drink and the air we breathe.
Your imagery is sublime.
They say every story has been written. And yet we crave to write a different one each time. Beautiful references.
ReplyDeleteEveryone has a unique song that waits to be sung. Beautiful composition.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Sigh! I wish I could write like you :-)
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