Prophets of free minds

Path of wonder, path of light,
not in heaven, but on muddy earth.
Woven among wilderness by bare feet
of wise men who dared to walk alone.

Head held high, eyes shining bright
walked forth they did, fearing none.
The light of reason their only weapon
to guide mankind, from ignorance to light.

Self respect for all man kind
vital to live, yet denied to men.
Rode forth the destroyer of castes,
attired in black, awakening common sense.

Subtle rivers of poetry in torrents,
burning narrow thoughts on its course,
flowed forth from the noble laureate,
from his abode of eternal peace.

Towering souls many did come,
provoking rusted minds to think aloud.
Awoke a few, simple yet enlightened souls,
many more to rise in ages to come.

Comments

A Random Traveler said…

This one was very intense!
Good collection! Keep it on!

12:08 AM

Iniyaal said…

Thank you. Such intense poems of mine rarely evoke comments. Glad that you were able to synchronise with this one.

9:48 AM

Forest of mighty old trees

Raising high to threaten the skies stand in attention, soldiers in rows. Their green heads swaying wildly brown arms open wide trapping light. Bursting out of mighty rocks arise the might banyan trees. Roots digging deep in to earth seeking water among rocks. Peels of bark stripped out by elephants that roam about. Tiny nests adorn their crown feeding creatures all around. Primitive men to tribal folks rested under its shady leaves. Lives on this silent witness watching evolutions fold out.

Native to this land

Dogs native to this land, high spirited friends of man. Love to be on their own, thriving in cities and farmland. Long forgotten by men of this land, roaming in groups along our streets. Shades of brown, black and white, with dirty paws and wagging tails. Alone they can never reside, with family and friends they prefer, forming groups, marking territories, ruling over streets and lanes. Never too rude and never too lazy, racing cars and chasing flies. Bathing in the warm sun all day, jumping into puddles of mud in gay. Give them food or water, ever faithful they will remain. Roaming all day long in the wild, returning back to rest by your side. .

Dance with the wind

Winds blowing strong over hills, singing eternal notes of bliss. Dancing elegant eucalyptus trees, slender leaves swaying madly. Strong evergreen redwoods in ballet, waving it's sturdy branches gracefully. Maple trees coloured yellow and red, their joyous dance a sight to behold. Bushy shrubs shaking in glee , fallen dry leaves racing in circles. Behold the beauty of nature, as earth dances with the wind. Eternal melody of nature, never abating music of wind. Resonating from days of yore when plants ruled earth. Humans thou find yourself here, enjoy the dance of nature. Throw your worries to the wind, with mind as light as a feather, Spirit as free as thin air, true and pure as nature - let not civilized culture hold you back Dance O pure spirit, Dance with the wind.

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