Your Generosity Poem by Satish Verma
Your Generosity
The yellow jasmines
are dead. My ache returns.
My language does't
speak. My agony will describe
the authentic death.
It is a long prose.
One eye sticks out from
the socket to read clearly.
The see-through veil
leaks the story, which can't
be taken to the beautiful
end.
First you grill the
moon, then ask for the
slanted answer. Love takes
off the makeup.
How long the poems
will cry?
The dead yellow jasmines will regain life and a long prose will be written. To see the beautiful veil first you have to girl the moon. Amazing imagination and brilliant expression make this poem special...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/2/2024 5:30:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I can't relish tears in the eyes of poems!