Crawling Sun across the sky
Possessor of powerful light
Scorching the leaves of beautiful trees
Barren trees devoid of leaves
Ponds going dry accumulating dust
Flowers bloom yellow and red
Without buds a real test
Who is the guest new to this land?
Front of the sari
Floating in air
Searching for the lover
On the sand dunes nearby
Being the bank of the rougue River
With uncertain course
Like the moods of the lover
Everlasting wait
Take my body as the shade for your soul
Vagaries of weather
Spraying the flowers
Making a bed of fallen dreams
Wind carrying the vague remembrance
Of the old glory over run by time
Unable to throw memories
Unwarranted but wanted ever
Pining in vain, a pain unpainted!
4.5.2008
We are all of our yesterdays and more. Beautiful poem. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is it dead..the true yesterday...the leaf withers though gracefuly...10