</>The grass flowers smell
That was amazing
I can`t stay in Hole
I Dragged
The Rock grass bed
The Breeze and Cool
Who called me
Who forced me
I dont know
And my long tongue
The only Grass Bed
The Yellow Sea
I touched her Tongue
Our Eyes and Neck
We rolling in the sea
Yellow only Yellow
In my tender age my mother always told me in mid winter eve, Do not go the rock grass bed for playing there were snakes on the perticular time.
Yellow venom........terrific write felt the serpentine air inside this one.A good and poignant write.
How beautifully you have brought out the snake's response to its lovely surroundings! Rural people's life and their awareness of nature, their predictions are all highly valuable to decide many things in life. Lovely poem. Marks 10+++
a beautiful poem, beautified by the memmory o mother and child hood. voted10 surya
as i am frm south india, i could excatly get what the crux of poem is very nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow...you're use of words are very understanding-liked it!