Walkup at precisely 6: 30am
my alarm sprang to life
cameout and discovered the window panes were talking
as the wind blew through them
the day seems so silly
i took a walk around the surrounding
and discoverd everyone was crying bitterly
On hearing of the girl in the wheelchair weeping with frustration
when she could not get the stairs
the process of shedding tears
usually accompanied by sob
in the inarticulate sound of the huffing bees
The stars moaned sadly in the moonlight sky
the bees played hide and seek with the flowers
as they buzzed from one to another
and realised one didnt came out
the wind howled it mighty objection
and the snow swaddled the earth like a mother would her infant child
As the thunder grumbled like an oldman
the moon winked at me through the cloud above
so i laid my hand on her forehead and gave her a kiss
but she was already gone
i could feel it but no one wanted to tell
as i just yelled goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great write, Alaghde..... a full vote of 10++++