WORDS—1
Words are like flying birds
In my minds eye
I pluck them like spring-flowers
To make a garland of
Red blue white and yellow
They glow like stars in the dark sky
Wish once you’ll accept from me
Rajkumar@Kolkata
13-05-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am sure you will weave a wonderful garland. A very good write. CP