Cool and calm is the evening breeze
Travelling miles, she brings us ease
On wings so fleet, as a fairy she comes
Through woods and trees, she sweetly hums
An impish visitor, the dancer of the sphere
An awaited presence, everyone's cheer
Singing and dancing, hopping and skipping
With the bells on her anklets, ringing and tinkling
Across the corn, she merrily moves
From where she alights, no one knows
None can see her but sense her touch
Shivering leaves fear her clutch
She travels downhill, winding the dale
Swift and light, yet strong and hale
Fevered minds, with a touch, she heals
Her nimble movements, everyone feels
As she wings her way through mango groves
Whistling and shaking the fruit laden boughs
Ripening mangoes fall to the ground
And children joyfully rally round
Over land and water, she plays her tricks
Like a flash of lightning, she swiftly flips
And furtively retreats to her far away nest
To roam and rollick after an interim rest
the beauty in poetic words in flow of cool - As she wings her way through mango groves Whistling and shaking the fruit laden boughs I love the writes
Beautiful poem Valsa - I can feel the breeze, though here in the UK it is blowing a gale right now! !
..........it is a poem meeting all the five requisites of a good verse that meets the eyes to befriend the discerning mind later. This breeze has the touch of realism and the might of naturalism. Fine write, Madam Valsa
You have so delightfully and fantastically delineated this poem on evening breeze as a women having cool and calm who can bring happiness to us and ripening mangoes to the children with joyful moment. Amusinging expression. Nice penmanship. Brilliant beginning. Impressive concluding. Ten from ten from me.
A summer evening is always romantic, so is the poem........................10
After the whole day's tiresome job when I return home, I love to have the evening breeze with all those qualities you briefed. It's a lovely poem with such detailing.
your lines are like brush strokes. free but controlled. touch that holds sound, taste. taut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the calm and cool evening breeze the impish visitor playing her tricks is enchanting! The beautiful poem has seized my heart! Great poesy which lightens the heart! THANKS!