Sunday, September 4, 2011

The Walking Stranger




A stranger the world calls strange,
For reasons stranger
Walks in no search but solitude
In trails the strangest

When the trees of the boulevard ask
Have you touched him
He says, yes of course
In your supple green

When the warblers in the skies ask
Have you heard him
He says, yes of course
In your saccharine song

When the winds wholly wayward ask
Have you felt him
He says, yes of course
In your silent breeze

When the stars of the nightfall ask
Have you seen him
He says, yes of course
In your silvery light

When the mortals under oblivion ask
Have you found him
He says, yes of course
In thy part, in my heart
In our nature and so I walk.

-R-


PS:"Nature is the art of God"- Dante Alighieri.

9 comments:

aakash said...

Divine read...
Indeed, in all the essence, he be felt. Me can't help but smile all through the poem. :)

aJ

Saru Singhal said...

Beautiful...:)

deepbaazigar said...

Loved it :)

Deboshree said...

Beautiful! A perfect morning read. :)

Raghu said...

luved it..

subtlescribbler said...

and i have always told u..i lovee ur poetry :)
serene and wonderfully penned :)


sarah

Bikramjit said...

wow.. Loved it .. freshhhhhhh
Bikram's

chitra said...

lovely...loved it.

Raksha Bhat said...

@ALL: Thank you for stopping by and liking the post:)