Mountains stand straight against the barren sky
And it looks like a pastel drawing.
Where is that bird's song going?
Butterflies could see only in the season
And the flowers wither after giving their fragrance.
Helpless man like a foot-ruler measures the invisible destiny
When the death smiles behind.
Sun and Moon never try to live together
And he who writes and erase
Still the life is a mistake?
*Quotation
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
[Ezra.Pound]
Your rage is penned with such beauty Nimal that the reader becomes lost in pastel images and transformed. Another fine poem from one of the site's finest poets. love, Allie xxxx
This beautiful poem is certainly not a mistake. It was penned by a fine imagist. Wonderful work, Nimal. Encore! Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nimal, once again a masterful compositition. Allison is right; you are one of PH's greatest poets. The lines here are without dout those of pastel. Only you could portray rage in such a becalmed manner.