The dreamy waves hit the lazy beaches
The scattered light on the waters,
Is the radiant opulence that reaches
To the resting sinful haters
The gentle beauty of the moon
Becalms two fighters to peace
Here hatred has to swoon
But somewhere it prevails unwilling to cease
Two drunkards play to their bloods
Poor nature sighs on what they turn her into
Heart's thirst is not quenched even with floods
The delusionizing intoxicator just so untrue
There is grandeur of spring
Blooming with flowers
The land enchanted by a songbird's sing
Teeming with lovers
But a lonely soul weary of love
Sat behind and oak tree in isolation
Withered with a lonely scrimmage now
A difference made the difference of consolation
Autumn plucks some leaves and leaves
But winter halts to howl
A poor man in grief heaves,
A cold sigh for his woeful soul
In the depths of nature
A dead man is buried
Those inept acts of a teacher
Who in vain hastily scurried
Spring seems so far away
I have no bliss for today
It has been a while since I've seen the ray
I crave for the soft untrodden way
I`ve said it before and no doubt I`ll say it again, You have the makings of a Great Poet with the Skills to Harvest Prose unseen to most other mortals. Gods Blessings you already have but please include My Own kind regards. Philip
I cant believe you're only 15 and at the moment im not thinking of how well you write but of what you have experienced that has caused you to see the world this way. i too am a teenager but i lack that thing you have, maybe ive gone through less pain. This one is really good.
You write very well, try getting inspiration from the joy of life, if you look you'll find it lies inside yourself.
quite an amazing write with interesting, disturbing metaphors. you write like a seasoned poet. didn't lose control of your theme. dark poem, well composed Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written-keep it up