Cuckoo sings- a single leaf falls on the grass
Sound wakes up without noise.
Night passes very slowly
Day breakfast with morning moon
Young sparrow cries from the ventilator
Poet counts the teeth of passionate moon
Grief climbs up a newer gloomy hill.
Rain falls on the grass, mini olive flowers
Sound of water drops comes
From the ancient well
Rain on moss- duckweed blooms
Tree-frog searches raincoat.
Under different roof within bitter wind
Sick butterflies' gossip
With the skeleton of orchid-petals
Clouds come and go, firefly can't make a day.
Poem 05
Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008
Copyright Writer
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8319-63-8
So many myriad visions within one frame all capture the mind and make us reflect on the length of our days or rather the shortness of our lives. Angel
Sound wakes up without noise. Again an extraordinary thought process is revealed...10++ from Brishti
A perfect title for the content of your poem. Your imagery is poignant, your insight extraordinary. Thank you for the lovely comment. Nice to read you again. Warmest regards, Sandra
Hi, thank you for your comment. I like this poem, coz it draws a picture in the reader's mind and has a child like innocence. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! you make my day... a moment of sunshine, tree-frog searches raincoat... what a nice lyric..thank you a ten point for this p[oem