Cuckoo Sings His Todays
Last Melody.
Dew oozes from a
Grass blade.
With a Crooked Smile
Night Sneaks.
Breeze Searches
His Forgotten song.
In This Crux
I Dip My Plume In Her Dark Eyes
And To Write My Woes.
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SYAMCHANDRAN.K
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvellous poem, of love, of poetry. Sparkling metaphors.loved it. All the five stars and Myfav
Thank u sir.