On a foggy day in winter
I wandered long
riding my bicycle
down the countryside.
Riding farther and farther
reaching a lonesome village road
the fog dispersed and
the sun appeared
in the western sky
giving me a pleasant apricity.
A sprawling paddy field there before me
brown with stubble
stretched upto the foot
of the blue hill yonder.
In the middle
of the paddy field
a beautiful tree grove seen
some mist resting at its foot.
Farther, bewitching
the clouds seen floating
at the brae top and above the blue hill.
A moment then
I longed to sit there
by the paddy field
under a tree branches wide spreading
with a maiden
I dreamed long ago
yet never seen
in flesh and blood.
Nice poem about life in a simple form. Thank you Mr. Akham for sharing.
Very good imagination and narration.. Keep writing more poems.
A wonderful imaginative write with compelling imagery. Beautifully crafted.
A fabulous poem replete with imagery! Beautifully composed! Appreciated and admired the adorable poetic expression...10
Great imagination and remembrance wonderfully perceived in the poem, greatly written, thanks
something so strong yet so subtle as a feeling.. loved that Fog the image I got in your lines! Thank you for sharing Sir! 10+++!
What a beautiful poetic write. Solitude is a poet's best friend. Imagination works really well away from the world's hassles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet never seen; like an artist with his or her brush in the hand. Thanks for sharing.