I think you frail blue windows of my thoughts,
Each pane a poem intricately wrought.
Via my faith, they reach your distant sill.
The music of two souls is never still.
In tune we sing together of twilight,
The quatrains are universally bright.
Warmth is immeasurable from shore to shore.
Imagination, Friend, can do no more.
In praise of distant friends, with my compliments to
Rajaram Ramachandran
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
Published, 'Enchanting Verses'
beautifully written...yes...poems are a means of friendship...bonding across shores...great read...loved it
I am deeply indebted to Sandra Fowler for dedicating this poem to me. Birds of the same feather flock together is the saying. We both are in the poetry field and appreciate each other for our contributions to the poetry world. This bondage should continue not only in the present lives of ours but also in our many more lives yet to come.
In tune we sing together of twilight, The quatrains are universally bright. Warmth is immeasurable from shore to shore. Imagination, Friend, can do no more. Nothing can be more beautiful than these words of compliments, Sandra. You are a gifted soul and a poet of real aesthetics. Best Regards Naseer
dear sandraji only you can write this poem.......... The music of two souls is never still.... what a line.......................................................
SANDRA, You have paid a deserving tribute to Rajaram ji, through this poem! He has devoted a life-time's work informing us about great sages & saints of India and educating us about Hindu Philosophy! Thanks! -Raj
Through the mist of an oncoming twilight I think of you as you sit an write such wonderous verse.--10
dear sandraji The music of two souls is never still.... what a line it is! ........ sure, music and soul...they are inseparable... a great poem to our GRAND SIRE... thanks...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem mam...the warmth of your words can travel any distance...two of my favourite poets...got to this poem really late...10