The world may call me sad and mad
and the narrow minds may judge me bad,
when I bear her ever in my mind
and wander in the lofty sky,
without breaking our hearts binding tie.
Be sleepless in the grove where I lie,
and speak to flowers, the wondrous kind. kind.
beautiful poem, a consumate poem of love expressing your heartfelt thoughts with nice words and rhythms. thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes we feel sadness but like flower at next moment we bloom. Wonderful kindness in life we feel. Wisely penned poem is shared.10