A dumb copy of me.
You were done for.
Sometimes the design goes awry.
Ptosis. You are called for―
a fall. But you refuse
to die.
You survive the clouds, the
first moon, the brown eyes.
Me before the sun.
Let us take a risqué humor.
Forget each other
and become strangers.
One intentional error.
Honey, honey, honey.
Bees ready to fly away.
The shrine of a flier.
Where it was?
I was searching the sea.
Satish, such a splendid poem of the day........... Congrats for being chosen...10++++++++++++
Heartiest Congratulations for selection of this beautifully conceived poem as Poem of the Day.
How truly lovely. Congratulations on Poem of the day and very well deserved I might add.
Your words too are broken and heartfelt. You birthdate is a special one. Thank you
Bees ready to fly away! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Sometimes the design goes awry. Ptosis. You are called for― a fall. But you refuse to die. You survive the clouds, the first moon, the brown eyes. Me before the sun.- - - - - I can not say I fully understood the poem, still its beauty makes me come here again and again to read and enjoy.
A great poem indeed. Like to read again and again. Deserved to be poem of the day.
A great philosophical poem so nicely executed. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice writing The shrine of a (intentional error) flier insurmountable thinking for poor hunger!