Wall Poem by Sanjukta Nag
Wall
We painted our wall orange in autumn
Dipping the brushes into white smiles.
You said, 'The fire of our navel
Will make it vermilion red by winter,
When the moonlit quilt will be torn
By passionate silhouettes of us.'
It is spring now my darling,
The wall is blemished with dark gray.
And my instinct has realized it well,
Walls are never meant to be decorated
But to be broken with arms of love.
Seasons! With the muse of the walls. Thanks for sharing.
Only strength of love can pen down such a positive attitude. Thank you for the poem Sanjukta.
We painted our wall orange in autumn - red by winter - grey bu spring! Oh! We don't change walls for many years! But to be broken with arms of love. - this is life!
Such an interesting and wise imagery is drawn here that amazes mind definitely. Painting wall with orange of Autumn is nice and interesting definitely. This is definitely a marvelous work shared....10
fire of our navel such intensity....!! okay am coming to kolkata to take lessons from you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 10:03:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow so wonderfully written poem SN.....Walls are never meant to be decorated, But to be broken with arms of love.......... Lovely, Lovely and lovely....Beyond ratings.