
With withered leaves I weave my boat
and seemingly float it on the vast
I know not how to swim , ‘coz they know not how to cast
Either ways the roaring torrents
Sail -thro’ -forth to seek the path,
But duly arrested beneath those waters 🌊
It’s nature’s ensemble held to heart
And to the boat which voyages in such a myriad
Borne o’er currents,
groping over many idle hours,
Of that journey,
taken in deep, and stretched —much too far—
To greet the heavenly over visions steadfast
For somewhere —out there,
From whence comes grace,
Tiding full length over passion’s smarts
And so —in all, gravely ebb’d,
risen in spirit over every part
O! that it were as it was—
a deep seeded vision, stuck to march
A Vista over fields beyond—
all together, yet trodden apart
Amidst those heavens of glistening stars
A hope ‘therefrom gleaming right across
With time leaving shores at horizon’s arch
A serene sea lingers on supernal hours
💫✨ 🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫
February 9th,2024 ✍️ © Madhu Goteti
About the Creator
Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!


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