The darkest wind of winter
Combs the leafy bodies of pine trees.
Their green edges of sharpness,
Shiver like the tattered page
Of a lost love poem,
That once slipped from a lover’s rusty lips.
Chill is blooming silently like a thief,
While the temple of heart
Is burning with an unceasing fire
For worshiping a Demigod named love,
Who was defeated miserably
In an egoistic battle between two minds.
Now living the powerless life
Of a flawed human being.
Heartfelt poem, wisely written, I liked it,10+++ In an egoistic battle between two minds. Now living the powerless life Of a flawed human being.
you have painted your emotion like a flow of fountain, well ccmposed poem, these lines are very beautiful-While the temple of heart Is burning with an unceasing fire For worshiping a Demigod named love,
nicely written seems like u nurtured ur poetry like ur sibling
in winter love is lost how sad in spring it will rejuvenate you'll be glad thanks-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leafy body of pine tree is comb by darkest wind of winter. This is very nice humor and wisely paints the lines in amazing words. In an egoistic battle between two minds, now living the powerless life. Wonderfully expressed the end too. Interesting and fantastic...10