A Path..

A Path.. short poem

Friends from a journey greet me

Their smiles warm

and yet their eyes

speak a different tongue.

Returns one

from a path of brambles and sharp stones

And hot winds and chilling shadows

But yet his eyes sing!

And another from a smooth tarmac padded

Yet woebegone his eyes.

Their eyes silent

and yet eloquent ,ask me

which one would I choose

Neither, said I.

I will just make my own

and line the brambles with padded moss

and feel the dew under my bare feet

Sing with the shadows

And run on the buttered roads

Where they lie await to greet me with laughter and song.

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Jayshree Murali

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A volunteer mentor in a Beyond School Learning Program at the not for profits VIDYA ( www.vidya-india.org) I love working with children and youth. the inclusive and diverse platform that is VIDYA , has been the perfect foil for creative expressions to emerge as we seek to collaborate a holistic learning intervention by providing a joyful learning environment. Who am I ? existential question... exploring through journeys of life.. a seeker's quest finds expression in many forms and poetry is the language of the " Now " that is influenced by the dreams dreamt and the dreams that lie ahead.. a celebration of what is here !
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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The thought expressed is sad. I feel the despair of one seeing so much sorrow.

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A poem full of vigour and joie de vivre! Enchanting @Jayshree_Murali

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