A Recipe
Birds nestle in the autumn trees creating beauty
a melting song enters me
a festival begins
the golden sky joins the celebration
weaving skirts to blend with the dancing steps
murmer of love whispering words of kindness
purple dreams wait for the kindling moon
the nights start humming melodies
winter trees invite the fluttering birds
to rip off the chill
with love's myriad colors
the festival begins
vanquishing the challenges with inner strength
burying the fragmented reflection of
our yesterdays with elapsing years
a joyous mood is transferred to the spring
and the spring adding blooming laughter
the festival begins
virtue abounding
sunlight pouring in on the summer trees
crushing our egos
contradict lies with truth within hidden moments
truth's gleeful revelation
we are not running on wheels
but on jubilation
riding together gaily
there is festival in silence too....
Ah, you write well. read a couple of your poems. I will read the rest later, I liked this one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A festival in loves myriad colours, a festival in blooming laughter, a festival in truth's gleeful revelation and a festival in silence too! Great! !