me you and them
there the story beads
there are you and me again
story still old one earthy
there is land muddy muggy and
meadow's long lane
some crops are meeting
higher blue flight
few are inches under feet
of millions
appears and disappears are mystical
then stories are getting shape
them, me and you
garland of mountains
around valley's neck
escaping snow and too much sun
who cares, travelling and reaching
stories are in circle
finding one corner
dotting handful flowers
by: LityMunshi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant rendition nicely brought forth from the heart. Well texted and nicely thought out. Thanks for sharing.