Conflict Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Conflict
In the month of May
In the scorching heat
I went to the shade of a tree
With a hope to you I would meet
Wind was blowing hot
It hurt me on my face
I waited under a tree for long
Hoping to hear rustle of your dress
Sound of leaves being
Blown away filled the air
With skin burning and itching
To meet you once I liked to be there
I saw the sun slipping
Down slowly to the west
I could not hear her footsteps
Perspiring thick I needed some rest
Evening crept in slowly
Shadows became long
A tear welled up in my eye as
I realized to me you did not belong
@ Anil Kumar Panda 10/12/2015
Superb poem....A tear welled up in my eye as, I realized to me you did not belong Nicely written.
Hot wind blows that makes hurt. Very wonderful and humorous expression shared really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:40:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Evening crept in slowly Shadows became long A tear welled up in my eyes as I realize to me you did not belong.- - - - - - -Touching lines.Evening and shadows denoting frustration and gloom when one realizes what he thinks his own does not belong to him.