If I could be a miniature painting in the gloomy sky above the evening star?
Through the dusk that scene you may watch from your halcyon cottage.
Then definitely you will shout 'Hey! There is a new star in the constellation'.
And all of your family members come out and see that without blinking.
When the dew drops scatter in the new dawn the star begins to pallid gradually.
And that never comes again to the sky.
Then you will utter with a cry 'Hey! It could be a dream'.
* How do you have dreams my dear in this laborious wakeful life?
To my dear friend Denis.Joe O'Driscoll who lives in Liverpool.
That new star could be a dream. How do you have dreams my dear in this laborius wakeful life? Great line. Excellent poem.
Obvious indeed. But the thought is original and the concept lovely.Sad music, Nimal. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nimal this is beautiful - evocative, pensive and so sad. Your have a wonderful rapport with words and their music. I am impressed. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥