My Night And I Poem by Shouvik Roy
My Night And I
Since long, I am colored yellow;
Hanging from the sun, I make a girl smile
And her black eyes remind me of night
For years I have been so busy,
I have been to places at the same time,
Here and there, grey and white,
I think I have lost myself
In her hope and her celebration
I hate when the Sun shines for long,
My tired eyes have always looked
For the lady who shines in black;
My head aches and I need her shoulder,
I weep bright
But yet she is nowhere to see
I have seen bleeding knees and wet eyes
And leaves going dry
And so I seek for my night
To make my sorrows blind
The romances and build-up from the first word till the last. Is very good, I admire this style of poetry, how I wish could be able, but nice work mate The_African_Son (Th³_ªfR¹cª¬_šºN)
The romances and build-up from the first word till the last. Is very good, I admire this style of poetry, how I wish could be able, but nice work mate The_African_Son (Th³_ªfR¹cª¬_šºN)
Amazing! the lady in black her mystic hides all that the light see and for a moment I can rest there. Shouvik, your writing is simply soulful! ! ! I love it.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:04:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The romances and build-up from the first word till the last. Is very good, I admire this style of poetry, how I wish could be able, but nice work mate The_African_Son (Th³_ªfR¹cª¬_šºN)