In the Forest Sarojini Naidu.

Part 1 of 2.

HERE, O my heart

, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.

We are weary, my heart, we are weary, so long we have borne
The heavy loved burden of dreams that are dead, let us rest,

Comments

Shamus

@Kathe That's very big praise. Thank you very much. 😊

2019.09.17 12:39
victor2

@Nana it is British accent !!

2019.09.17 04:30
Racha

@oss sorryyyy 😂

2019.09.17 00:48
oss

@Racha that broke my heart 💔🤣🤣

2019.09.17 00:46
Reemsy

Let us rest... and let it go Aborted dreams, let's overthrow Withering hopes, lost its glow Burning tears in flakes of snow Storms of passion, Sparkling flow We were happy .. not long ago. Yet, Times change and do us wrong Fancy is gone... we should be strong. Let us paint a picture of flames A hungry fire extinguishing our blames Let us hear our silent screams Let us grieve our buried dreams

2019.09.16 23:57
Kathe

It has become part of my days, listening to your readings. Thank you.

2019.09.16 23:08