No moon sailing through patches of clouds,
nor any flower bed flashing riot of colours,
or even a face blushing with hazel eyed glance;
only laptops and two souls seated before them,
on either side of the globe, typing on the screen,
exchanging, fine tuning the draft of a poem;
one version carrying with it shades of the night;
the other sparkling with the light of the day -
they blend in midair and a new poem is born.
Perfect poem for a morning here to imagine and mingle with a poet there.....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated train of thought, nicely encapsulated into lovely piece of poetry, and insightfully penned with conviction. Beautiful depiction of the intricacies of creating a good poem. Thanks for sharing Ajit. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.