Tuesday, 11 September 2012


I return to a concluding part,
I do not move in wilderness,
And will see reflection of love,
On the earth’s web of existence.

I return to a magical turning,
Mighty presence of beautiful moon,
Gives evidence of unending pursuance
Of love to beauty of a person,

Who can say, “Live with my words,
I love dreamer’s dream,
With the images of life in the world,
I am the woman, I hold the dream.”

I look at the sky, in the night,
And think, millions of years passed,
The moon is still dreaming spirit,
In presence of love in everyone’s feeling. 

Note: This poem is first published in discussion of my poem, MY LADY BEAUTY, at literary group Writer's Cafe' in linkedin.com 

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