DAFFODILS

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden Daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee.
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company;
I gazed and gazed , but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

Written By: William Wordsworth

On this site since: August 2000

Silent Breeze

The music played by the cuckoo birds,
The sweet smell of wet mud,
That silent breeze in an autumn night,
Relieves every nerve of a tired mind.

The music now replaced by the cacophony of city life,
The smell's that of a gutter overflow with filth,
And there is no breeze to sooth the soul within.

The cities are dead, the countryside gray,
and our minds swayed away,
swayed away in search of dreams,
dreams that give us nothing,
nothing except more rusty cities and more jungles made of concrete.

I think of a day when my mind will be free,
Free to experience joy and happiness,
Joy of being  idle without any dreams,
Happiness of being near truly to myself,
And once again feeling the Silent Breeze.........

Written by: Akhouri Vishal Sinha

On this site since:January 2001