Lost Paradise
Don't show me the promised land,
No,
Don't talk to me about paradise.
You will show me the blue sky,
The green grass, the yellow sun, the purple carnations,
the moon-lit sky,
But,
You will not be there by my side.
Leave it to the painter, the poet, the dramatist, the musician;
No,
Don't talk to me about paradise.
Don't show me the promised land,
If you cannot walk the distance with me.
No,
Don't talk to me about paradise.
You will show me the blue sky,
The green grass, the yellow sun, the purple carnations,
the moon-lit sky,
But,
You will not be there by my side.
Leave it to the painter, the poet, the dramatist, the musician;
No,
Don't talk to me about paradise.
Don't show me the promised land,
If you cannot walk the distance with me.
posted by baddimaga at 2:59 AM
9 Comments:
My Adaa Adoos....I adore you!
Come home, let's talk...don't you feel lighter now? May be, May be, you don't have few promises to keep as well??? It's all part of life...
And my sweet bro, for heaven's sake, get some sleep...
Simply loved it. Im awe-stuck to find Amulya's gang of poetic friends!!
Thanky you. Who be Amulya??
Yeveran? You are upto some serious globetrotting :). Do you have a photo blog?
this is a good one.
very deep.
Amazing....and very nicely put...
loved this one as could go through only one ......
thanks Himanshu :)
Do I know you?
A touching poem!
thank you, Veribivore :)
will u accept just anyone to walk d distance wid u...ok the one who showed u d promised land-just dat one!
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