All along the day <br />A million words spilled all over <br />Thousands of mails <br />And hundreds of calls <br />Battering the body <br />Percolate to the soul. <br />To divert the mind <br />Routed to arts <br />And books so rare <br />Music to the ears <br />Without resting till night <br />Wiping out the day <br />Soul in peril <br />Tapped during night <br />To fly into the world <br />Wordless and formless <br />Emerging from despondency <br />Gazing to and fro <br />Taking on themes <br />Ye my soul <br />“Wander in the clouds <br />To your soul’s satisfaction! ” <br /> <br />12.04.2008<br /><br />rajagopal haran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/198-hour-of-the-soul/
