Blog Post About This Poem.
Across at the galloping waves motherly eyes looked,
As wave after wave failed on the shores of westend lands,
Deep in her mind a grain of sadness came and sang,
About the pain of a mother who can’t see her only child.
He left the land to sea one dawn, not in anger or sadness,
But for the passion of life not felt in his long life as unknown.
The creeks of the wood annoyed, the splash of the sea scared,
The whirling of the wind to his heart spoke in verses unheard.
Nautical miles pushed him ahead and behind fell,
As many lands, seas, mountains and seasons he passed,
Still when in the corner of the deck he stood he felt home,
Home and a heart of a mother uninterruptedly beats in prayers.
Still in the world of unknowns his life he lived,
Scribbling images in words of things the world seen,
The unusual he expected not, what felt new made him glad,
Then his mind he took off the deck and the sea to a tale.
A tale he wrote about the land where no mountains stood,
Where grass grown high and in the winds from all sides waved,
Like the waves that carried him for a long upon rough seas,
Where the air warm but not hot, cool but not cold, flew.
In the story he wrote he told about a lady he heard,
Who woke up every day and sat on bed and prayed,
For the good of her, good of all who loved her, and peace,
As if her prayers went unanswered into her life a man came.
Man from the foreign lands, who spoke and acted,
Anything and everything other than the ways she knew,
But the kind hearted girl, Oh’ soft to him she spoke,
And the love he kindled many times she blew off.
With his love filled ways through life wandered,
Every memory of her erased the sadness he felt,
And the gladness that came made him smile,
Tragic he never felt as love in him never died.
Traveler about their love day and night wrote,
Their speech and act in many ways enacted,
Oh’ mind a fantastic stage of many acts became,
And every possible ways of their union he wrote.
As about the land they lived he described,
The land by the water ways and many lakes,
Where four seasons birthed and died perfectly,
Where world united as one in celebrations.
And a day came when far away in a land unknown,
The ship through sea-like lakes into
When they stopped the traveler stood on deck amazed,
As all that in his inward eyes he saw, now in real stood.
He questioned himself in soliloquy, “Am I a myth maker?”,
None answered as alone into the busy towns he ventured,
Sitting by the lake he drew the couple of his love story,
Then to many he queried if they know either one of them.
Every answer of ‘No’ in disappointments he took,
And in the morning of the day of his embarkment,
Alone by that lake he stood still in amazement,
Then from behind a soft voice to him asked,
“Am I the one you are looking for?” and he turned,
To his amazement he saw an old lady but still charming,
Held his hand and asked if they ever met,
He answered and explained the story in wicked mind wrote,
She laughed and asked to show the image of his creation,
When she saw the man she stood up all stunned and said,
“I knew that man whom I met in my mid-twenties,
A man of words like you who wrote and wrote poetry,
About the
No man I knew loved like him who loved me in all sincerity,
But in my
And even in
She smiled and continued “I left this town and left him alone,
How long I read his words I can’t say, but one day all stopped,
The man I loved betrayed me and I left him in disappointment,
Then I searched and searched for the versifier for many years.
No sign I found and nothing I heard and about you I heard,
My heart thrived to know if it is him who came for me,
And once more now I know the pain of disappointment,
As I loved the man who loved, now gone from all knowledge.”.
For a long time they both sat and about the man they spoke,
The traveler left the lady and through waters he left,
Seas he passed and oceans once more welcomed his sight,
Far away to his homeland he reached to a motherly happy tear.
To his mother he read the story he wrote and the reality,
A mother in tears at the drawings of the young couple looked,
She said “The tragedies of the world you saw and beauty
Of love you have known, now live in peace of home.”.
When resting out into the sea he looked astonished,
Peace indeed he found at home but they he thought,
About the man who loved in every disappointments.
The lady and never felt the love her in real.
Somewhere in the depth of his mind a feeling he felt,
That love transcended distances and world and reached,
The soul of that man who from far may have inspired,
Him to be the Myth Maker from his travels he became.
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