cracked and bruised
dehydrated the earth
no tears to shed
short and sweet...I shall still keep my hopes alive...monsoon always touches Delhi on 29 June...even if it is just 10 drops...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read these three lines many times to relate what all i can to.........and mind goes on relating to broken trees, broken bottle tops, street children's life, a bleeding heart, a revenging thought, a mighty arm, .........and what all i'm able to..............this is a true crisp of short poems....we ought to start somewhere with a idea and it never ends.......can conceive a thing...emerging a finite thing! !