Long ago,
And lost to thought,
Wondered did I
Where poetry was born.

The evening breeze,
The monsoon rain,
And lofty mountains
I searched in vain.

In mighty seas,
And hidden caves
I searched again,
But in vain.

In mother’s love,
A lover’s eyes,
In nature’s lap,
In sacrifice,

The cradle of poetry
I hoped to find.
But alas,
‘twas in vain.

Disappointed,
I sat me down,
The temple of poetry
Never to be found.

Then I realized
I’d always known
The voice of poetry
As my own.

So I closed my eyes,
And looked within.
The home of poetry
I was finally in!

~ Pradeep CE 🙂

This post used to be a part of my old blog, and was migrated here for legacy reasons.