The sun shines in gold
The leaves of cashew trees
Put on the golden hues
The crickets sing an unknown melody
I look at the cell phone
I see a world of gleam too.
The world bathed
In the golden hue
Of the sun is alive.
The world inside
The brightness of the cell phone
Is only a shadow
Of the living dead.
The world bathed In the golden hue Of the sun is alive... observation of natue and picturequely portaying it..... very fine and the comparison with the cell phone.. a fine poem. thank you very much. tony
A nice poetic imagination, Anu. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Anu thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken