I shall sip and sip the delicate blend; more and again; beauty of Truth;etymology of word; long time. On the western steps,master of the day would shower the golden yellow;in soil and soul. Song of star,glittering eyes, sign of word.eternal music,depth of the ocean the majesty of mind and magic of the mother earth. There there the blue blue sky, Here hear the lyric of life Simply palpitates my heart The whitest of whiteness,heavenly fragrance. -Dr.K.G.BALAKRISHNAN
Rhythm of Waves
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beauty of Truth;etymology of word;
long time.
On the western steps,master of the day would shower the golden yellow;in soil and soul.
Song of star,glittering eyes,
sign of word.eternal music,depth of the ocean the majesty of mind and magic of the mother earth.
There there the blue blue sky,
Here hear the lyric of life
Simply palpitates my heart
The whitest of whiteness,heavenly fragrance.
-Dr.K.G.BALAKRISHNAN
friends,this is translation of my own poem THIRATHALAM(FROM THE COLLECTION OF POEMS-ANDOLANAM-2010).pls.comment.-kgb.
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