O reddish cloud!
in morning June
pour some waters
to this dry ocean
O ripe sky!
in evening March
pour some milk
to this empty valley
O young dove!
on golden tree
grab some love
from this slippery cliff
O purple cow!
on tranquil field
catch some care
from this hidden bungalow
a light in old fort
must be delight
a hope on a cup of tea
must be enough
a smile in a sparkling store
must be for awhile
a scent in a friendly tavern
must be tuneful
a silken glove on a glassy table
must be such tenderness
a white compass in a toy box
must be such happiness
(dedicated to a great poet at poemhunter, Louis Rams)
A very empathetic poem...heartl stirring...we have so much but we still rail whereas this poor man has nothing but has hope
i admire your way of thinking and writing..............and i enjoy all your poem.... may ALLAH bless you........
AN HONOR BESTOWED UPON ME, WHICH I CAN NOT SEE, BUT YOU HAVE SET MY MIND FREE. APPARANTLY I AM THE WHITE COMPASS IN THE TOY BOX FOR I AM RICH IN HAPPINESS. THANK YOU
Wistfully wishing asking for the out of reach things-life is such a tease! ! ! ! a ten from me....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem with enough empathetic view.