Many practice sessions with cuckoos
Her mesmerizing voice echoes
Valley of mountain recorded some treasure
All those songs which are rare
Enthralled my heart and my mind
A picture I drew from the voice I hind
I enjoyed her songs in loneliness and pain
Her voice solaced like desert’s rain
I speculate and query my imagination often
Will it do justice to the face never seen?
Unseen is difficult to imagine and you rightly depicted a picture of unseen with great imagery and words..Hats Off! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice imaginary silhouette is drawn with a doubt or confusion inside. Enjoyed since any imagination always remains with a doubt.