In a murky evening,
When the moon hesitated
To shake away her drape,
An autumn tree,
...
Don't forget to kiss her
If you you find her
Standing alone
During uproar in the house
...
Is it easy to compose a poem,
Pick up a pencil and make a doodle,
And compare it with the doll in a museum,
Write names of organs in colours,
...
Balloons fly but they are not kites
Student is not a writer though he writes
Lamp shines but it is not a star
Scooter scoots but it is not a car
...
The mouse gnaws at bones
At the pace of day and night;
After that it squeals.
...
On her golden hair
A snow butterfly slides down;
My fingers stop it.
...
The sick leaf dropped snow
And the river shook its head;
Squirrels smiled once, twice.
...
Piano thrilled the boy
But the demise of father
Saddened walls and beds.
...
Don't carry fear of Covid-19
On your fragile shoulders
For you can't do as a tree
That groans in silence in autumn
...
Don't be depressed
Though you have been defeated
It was just flip of a coin
That didn't turn your way
...
And, in my lamb days,
I'd dreamt of a society
Where the neighbour's wall
Would not be pulled down,
...
Beyond friendship
Abstruse is the inkling
From strophe to strophe it varies
Who doesn't seek the meaning?
...
The Autumn Tree
In a murky evening,
When the moon hesitated
To shake away her drape,
An autumn tree,
Like an orphan,
Left alone by its relatives,
With tattered patches,
And half bare and bruised,
Cried at my window!
Robert Murray Smith has rightly pointed out that there is promise in your poetry. There's a whiff of freshness in your imagery, words, description and treatment of the subject. I wish you All The Very Best.