SHOBANA

  I recount the days of old, When the streets were filled with laughter, When the hours were yours and yours alone, To do as you please, to wander. The lush gardens were filled with roses, The bees buzzed, The butterflies had time to break free from their cocoons, and turn into beauties that filled nature's paradise. The Mountain Dew turned into honey, and filled the land with much manna, so the children could be fed, and grow in numbers. The time was yours and yours alone. Then the ways of the world turned away from innocence, And the proud gathered dusts of gold, Forgetting that nothing was as precious, As the peace they let slip unknowing, That golden peace, once inherited by their children, Once Upon a Time, torn away, now beggars rummaging for food, dishevelled and dirtied, The children's cries are louder than the bombings, O, what sadness has befallen the world! Now, there is much heartbreak, the children are besieged in fear, They are fed no more, The mountains are fille...

  Where do your eyes trail if not to the path that leads to beauty Where poets often tread to escape the monotony of vexation. A poet's mind is filled with upheavals, questions and disgruntles, And as she clamours for answers she discovers the intimacies of beauty, love, and wisdom. The tributes to Sappho are many, yet, in my heart, she seems a forlorn soul, who writes her thoughts as she wishes so none can begrudge  her  the unspoken words.  Her words that spring forth from her mind are sought by those ridden, uprooted by chaos and strife, and the salience of the long-forgotten epoch of peaceful amity. She, I believe to be of an immortal soul. -shobana-

  Quote : Writers and Poets live two different lives. One in reality and the other in absolute distraction - shobana My new book, Raised by God is a book in diverse proportions. Not only do you get to read a part-memoir, but you will enjoy another story altogether in altruism titled, The Healing Riverbeds. There is a season for everything, A time to be born, a time to die, a time to live, and a time to cease living, A time to fall in love, and a time to fall out of love, Not for everyone is love meant to be, The way it is meant to touch a soul, Though, in all of life's wonders, it is love that magnifies the world, and makes it conducive to live in, Love your neighbours as you would want to be loved. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D6GK75WK Thank you for reading. I hope it touches you the way it is meant to. B Michaels 5.0 out of 5 stars   Amazing Read Reviewed in the United Kingdom on June 30, 2024 Verified Purchase child is given a name by mistake-it shows some names are chosen b...