The day of lovely rose is over
And it is darkness to cover,
The sweet sorrow of night
Has lost way in black bright.
Terrible beauty to born next
And none to help the guest,
Birds are crying in late joy
Hovering upon the soft toy.
And upon the vessel of life
Pictures are recorded in hike,
And upon the lone world of sky
Numberless fly with sense of shy.
The inexplicable meaning of mind
Thus connects creativity behind.
A very nice poem on the flow of life and its varied experiences. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks a lot...@Anil Kumar Panda