The flow of my poesy is a hill-stream
Never will she run dry.
Born in the hills of my heart
by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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09 Mar 2016 08:31
Simply beautiful! Sweet and wild music. I am tempted to read its Sanskrit version. Thank you for sharing.
21 Aug 2009 05:42
Very melodic and musical. Self illustrating. My kind of dance.
20 Aug 2009 05:35
picture perfect. exhuberant in effect
19 Aug 2009 02:58
Hi Varanasi, There's certainly a lot of movement to this verse and a lot of great description. I enjoyed. Frank
18 Aug 2009 12:37
How wonderful your poesy flows like the stream from the enchanted hill.
dr veenaa rai
18 Aug 2009 09:38
beautiful! ....no more words...10/10!
18 Aug 2009 07:58
Wow, very nice poem! I like how you refered to nature in relation to the heart. Beautiful,10!
Sathyanarayana M V S
18 Aug 2009 03:44
Beautiful flow of words and emotions. As D.H.Lawrence who favoured free verse, once wrote '......always tried to get an emotion out in its own course, without altering it' Lovely poem Sir.
Ramesh T A
18 Aug 2009 02:26
Nice poetic rendering of your heart's thrill similar to a stream falling from the hills!
17 Aug 2009 10:33
beautiful...vibrant..chirpy..joyful flowing stream poetry is...very well written sir....10
17 Aug 2009 09:27
For the music lovers, everything on this earth is music only, even the gurgling sound of a running stream or waterfall. Nature speaks its poetry with different kinds of sounds peculiar to its own. A thing of beauty is joy forever. Nature is like one's mother, who takes care of her children. one should love nature as one loves his or her own mother.
16 Aug 2009 09:28
my poem jumps and quivers in ecstasy!