Classic poem of the day
Where does it come from—this tingle of my flesh for the answer of the flesh?
Where does it come from—this ecstasy of my soul for the answer of the soul?
It fills me until I run over, it empties me until I run dry, and does not explain:
It visits me in sorrow and visits me in gladness and does not explain:
It sins through me, its goodness is good through me, and yet it does not explain:
To me it does not explain—to me, the asker of questions, it does not explain.
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Member poem of the day
I'm alone in the stalk of oneness,
I'm restless,
I'm crazy,
The divided giant
O Love, you're the oneness,
You're steady,
You're wise,
The sweetest melody of unity
Come on, burn the inner dart
Immortalize my burning heart
©Mahtab Bangalee/Feb'25