there lie many a rungs of colors
the ascension yet onto the moon
on the strands of love blustering
clouds when all around intoning blue
flower blooms from the bud as the law
fragrance diffuses into the air betiding
tunes flow on the rune of passion
at times storm inevitable on the milieu
in its own way clock when stays back
the strong wind thrusts on lazing tears
cuckoo no more sings the song of autumn
rumpus lays its icy hand by the mystery
rumpling the gloss into a rigid frame of fire
tide loses its dream from the core of desire
as the web of sands redoubts the splash
vale of tunes seems to be rocked up
the lightening splashes the fire in eyes
legion’s street at criss-cross rucks up
i simply speechless behold the stream
meandering rueful across the snowfall
in furrows of love and hate yet undespised
A truly inspirering and captivating story, showing grace in poetic style. thanks
a beautiful poetry relating life and nature nicely written
Zest of life, being in love Caught in a cool breeze Or an untimely shower. Is there something lost in a fire frame? What about those tune of desires rocked up? So is it the confusion about love and hate? Dear poet, this love-hate relation Mostly yeild an untold story. You made me thinking and thinking... Enjoyed the sense of that 'Untold'. Thank you.
Deep thoughts to ponder with...story untold yet, heritage will bring our name to life and remain in their hearts forever for thats the seed we planted during our times
Excellent use of imagery and metaphor. Our story is indeed untold as yet. But each new day is a gift and well worth living. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A capturing poem and story, poignant and thought provoking! *10*! ! Best regards Dr. Kar! Friend Thad