Whatever snapping,
Tapping, they have a way of
Getting things rendered.
That guitar glitters,
Whenever its strings are done,
Music gets to blaze.
It fills the heartbeat
With dreams of sweetness so drawn
From its strings of bliss.
The thunder, that rocked
Surely, had the head to quake
And swing side to side.
With all its efforts,
The voice was able to play words
Sweetened with music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet piece sir.. hey. Haiku has a cousin/ sister.. the senryu.. Haiku is alla bout nature.. apparently.. senryu covers the rest. the pattern is the exact same. i like you poem