You set fire sitting under the
Scorching heat of midday sun.
But, you watch the warmth
Running within my lost love.
In between our pains,
A rivulet of feelings
Flows incessantly.
I gaze at the sky,
Waiting beside the flow,
To see the First Sunrise
As we used to watch before!
It gives a nice feeling on thinking that instead of a life with turbulence it dreams for a better day to begin again.
Beautiful poem Neela with wonderful lines that touched me..... In between our pains, A rivulet of feelings Flows incessantly. Loved it.
To see the First Sunrise As we used to watch before! It's you. But, you watch the warmth Running within my lost love. It's someone else. That's probably the difference in the natures of a man and a woman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
watch the first sunrise and the light beams of light Along the cool breeze followed by the cuckoo's songs Are as beautiful as the smile of the neon baby creates happiness to the parents in life