One gloomy night, I stood alone
On the road.......that led its way
to the riverside..
I took a few steps as I passed through the
Little cottages and bamboo groves
I heard the sound of the gentle wind
Blowing...
The bats were on the trees, having their nap
As I reached the riverbanks,
I saw some lights in the middle of the river,
Might be of some boats and ships.
IOwanted to sit by the bank
And I sat down there...
I had nothing with me....but
Only myself, my mind...and
My soul...
beautiful.... u write along with nature... i liked it very much..
when a face see its beauty in a mirror... wht u feel credit should go to whom? no not for fact credit should go to the MIRRO the beauty of mirror. the clearity of mirror the concieveness of the mirror and the ability of production and the creativity of the mirror if we are the most beautifull..but the mirror is not up to the mark not suitable to see the face then how can a beutiful can see his/her beuty in a bad mirror. I FEEL MY POEM IS AN INITIATIVE OF A MIRROR OF RITU 'S POEM. thnx 4 ur compliment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work...read my poem all alone...!