Untimely death of flower buds
And some are bloom
Cannot see butterflies
Some they cannot hear
And communicate their innocent feelings too?
This poor bachelor gardener
Destined for watering with a holey bucket,
And you see the rickety shaking hands.
I see above through my teary eyes
Some passing clouds without any duties.
In the twilight sky flock of birds
Return to their roosts?
I go to my shack and jump to my dreamy spring bed
After a cheapest nightcap!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem written well with nice texture and imagery. I really liked and rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.