Sleeping stone of innocence
quite ambiently stuck up in yellow cities
unlike trees of nature blossomed
with joys and tears together.
sleeping stone aside
sunbathed in raved up bickerings
nudges the pavement dwellers
slumberd in their deep silence
slovenly frizzled across their woes of linings.
and their nacked children quite tizzy in the slum
throws spotive art into their tears
falling from the crowd unscathed
like leaves in autumn disowned.
they supposed to live and lie
like grass blade on the other side of river
in connivance with sleeping stones gestures
leaving all their nacked gods undiminished
into the expanded arms of storms,
letting off all persuasive angers
flared up beneath the masked up sorrows
of rulling grass, like snow fed morning
hanging by the hinges of the dusts.
Dr.subhendu kar
A very unique view of the world, tell me... what is your muse, Dr.? Beautiful write, thank you for allowing me a view into your world and its splendor! ~Lee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey my friend, This is fantastic..I really enjoyed reading your poem! Yet, another different thought.. The phantom of your mind is indeed in its own world....Nice one here.... With lots of best wishes, K.Poornima..