The Meadow's Pathway

The Meadow's Pathway

A Poem by Yoga Pramartha

Dance, baby dance
As if you are about to lose your glance
With the grass on your sides
A single step to start your ride

The pathway slides the soles of my feet
Would it be fair if I just stand or sit?
Barefeet trip brings me the silent kit
Making me sense the time just to be as fit
To run, or to stand still
To jump and float, or to bend down and hide

Like my father says,
I am here cause I'm supposed to be
To see the grass dancing on its root
To see the sky as blue as it could be
To bear the feeling of screaming out
And to be the only one to hear

"What do you see when the cloud hides away?"
"A clear blue sky?"
"What do you see when the grass is so high?"
"A green field of hope?"
I recall the answers
And there is none

I'd be here on another day
But the sky won't be as blue
The grass won't be as green
And the pathway...
My footprints  will be washed away
Leaving no trace that I was once here
I was once,
Smelling all my will the sharpest way
Listening to my thoughts the clearest way
Seeing all my vision the brightest way
And feeling all my senses the gentlest way

But I am just one of those green color on the ground
I am one with earth
You can't see me, but you can sense me
As I am whirled by the wind
On the side of the pathway

© 2014 Yoga Pramartha


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Love this so much, job well done!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yoga Pramartha

9 Years Ago

Thanks alot pal ^^
Yoga, once u become the real writer , i'll be your first fan (y)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yoga Pramartha

9 Years Ago

I'll give you copies of every book that I published. lol

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Yoga Pramartha
Yoga Pramartha

Tabanan, Bali, Indonesia



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