The Witness Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
The Witness
The wind as a nomad
Wandered everywhere.
To meet our fallen pollens,
the essence of conscience,
the sprout of sphygmus,
the signet of bonafides
For us to impregnate
love in our heart's petals again
For us to bloom again in love
As he was the witness
When it went off us.
And, that wind was our mind.
Innovation and improvisation of thoughts observed in this poem of yours.Love is approved to be not conditional and seasonal..Nice write
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4/19/2024 5:06:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A noble promise by our fellow poet addressing his love! Yon! You have won our mind with your magnificent poem of rare quality! I love this poem 10++++ rating to the poem!