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Shyamal Ram Poem
When mind is afresh, when the sky is lit with golden streams,
when the chirping of birds calls your soul, wake up my friend,
let's stand together and tune our beats to the eternal rhythm.
Let's lie down on this earth and press our ears to this raw land
and listen the pleasure of that first sound,
let's be silent and empty to contain the divine breath in its real form.
Copyright © Shyamal Ram | Year Posted 2014
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Shyamal Ram Poem
The page has opened instilling spirits
A thousand minds opening inward
Deep in current dances the minds
Forms of letters splashing as waves
Churning the dreams as words of life
The fingers are dancing in ecstatic motion
On the stage of Keys where the words got forms
Moods have spilled in flames of colors
The poem is created on a poetry blog
The page has opened instilling spirits
The page has opened instilling spirits.
Copyright © Shyamal Ram | Year Posted 2014
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