Climbing down the tree I find
I have missed to pluck the fruit
Looking up I wonder where
I forgot to place the hook;
Looking around I notice
My ladder leaving: A rook…
13th June 2010
Like a flower, scented like blooming fragrance of vulture spoil... full of deception, yet, “a want to all”....perfect for a retreat reflection... God bless...10+
I got it from wikipedia...that rook means 'rath' in sanskrit... if I'm right, you have played well on 'rook'....deceived by that rook i.e ladder...quite tricky10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Climbing up! ! Viewing around! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.