This November is neither cold nor dry
Thoughts are hanging up somewhere
Neither floating nor flowing
The chilled dark nights are elusive
Shining stars are neither looking bright nor pale
The moon seems dew-stuck
Neither beaming nor gleeing
Globe this warming is making me sick
Give me back those cold moments of November....
Good idea has been caught in this poem. Beautiful poem....10
Yes I agree. Seasons have changed n we r responsible for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good November poem...it's the same here also...sickening....timely thought...thank you Asim- 10