The wind bumpy,
Running down to me
Very secretly
Mused into my ears
About the waves
Of the neighbor sea:
'You must write
Without leaving any'
Why not a poem,
When I asked
'Anything, damn
But must have written'
It deftly howled.
‘Wedded to sea, that ever roars
The waves were in love
With the gentle shore;
Often came down to
Hug their dear heart throb
The sea angry, climbing up
Used to pull away the waves
Into its unfathomed depth
Only to find them run back
And cling closer to the shore ’
'Enough! Stop your writing! '
The wind roared:
'I will roam around singing
To each and all about this plot'
Hooligan wind that!
06 04 08
Well Abha has put it across so beautifully... You have composed it, and she has enunciated it :) Me? I'm delighted with this lovely poem! Thank you! Very uplifting! !
i liked the way aabha put it... for it had a metaphor in it... but that metaphor, usha, ... you only enunciated it!
the scene you painted here is Completely Perfect Thx for writing it ^_^
wind, gentle seashore, sea and the waves...a dancing picture in this beautiful poem
Magnificent composition in here. Great metaphors, every verse were meaningful...words goes to the wind with half truth half lies, in anger or in love...Though my gentle breeze always send wishes of thanks and love to all...; 0)
rumour that most decietful jade too often entices us, well versed 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So the wind after all was successful to recite the account of the neighborhood….this wild wind is very wayward… ……So spot on a human trait………… The metaphor is too good, solid brain work, well composed by an expert poet. Enjoyed reading this…