Wisps of floating white cloud
In the stark blue sky
Green sprouting seedling
On the stony grey wall
Angelic sparkling beauty
Amidst the crowds of lifeless forms
The bright yellow cottage with red flowers
On the naked brown hill
A warm red glow of love
In the tangled blackness of the undergrowth
Pearly white feathers that flutter and fall
Against the shining steel of the cage
You are my poem
All mine to hold
Captive and tight
All mine
To hold
I have just been transported to a world of true poetry as the requisites of poetic justice have been found plenty in your remarkable lines sourced from a unique approach. Thanks indeed for sharing Mr Deepakji.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful poem, lovely wording.