Look at that cypress with its branches drooping,
in it woe and lament are trooping;
Its foliage is painted a yellow melancholy,
Its spirits are trying to whisper something holy;
Its burden is not at all light,
in it dwells a penitent sprite;
to express her sins in tears,
so that no one but God hears!
such a lovely poem. only God knows what and why of everything and we can share with him without any fear. well done
Avery good description of what you see in imagination as you look at that tree Koyel. Keep up your writing.
Your ryhming is excellent asi s your command of language but your writing lacks the essential meter t makeiflow like melted Ghee
Autumn started and so one reads this poem before 'Spring'. Truthfulness of inspiration in these melodious lines. I recall some of the French symbolists, and an Italian poem by Giosuè Carducci, 'In Front of St. Guy's Church'.
the beauty i can see but i cudnt decipher some words which are anew for me. so will revisit a couple of times. let its truest essence settle down in me. yet, the beauty of writing in short is awesome.
This poem is amazingly expressive. Wonderfully crafted. Thank you very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice metaphorical write i like it.....thanks 10