</>The Young Couple
The small thatched house
The green front fields
The cool small stream
They slept in the night blanket
They woke up with birds
The sun lead to the field
The moon guard their nights
Only days are gone
Only nights are gone
Joyful days and nights
Brought them lots of children
They marked the lands
They scratched the walls
Days are become Weeks
Then Month, Year, Era
Day devided hours
Minuts and seconds
Then the cracy children
Divide more to nano
They lost the day
They lost the night
They can`t find
The beauty of day and night
Beautiful poems, well written...10 for this... Thanks for the kind commen... Best wishes, Tsira
you have your way of words, so lovely and gentle to read. Nice work!
I needed to read this again.. my feelings are that you might refer to the simple life humans had before, as time runs, civilization, science advance but to the detriment of ' US '. Then we have to work so much that we forget the meaning of day and night.. we loose the happy days and nights that you described at the start of this lovely poem. Could we call this progress? ! ? hmm... Thank you for share,10
Indian life is realistically pictured here. Life looks glamorous in the beginning years but gradually becomes pale and mechanical as the whole day one has to struggle to earn his livelihood.Nice theme.I give 10++++ for this.
A good poem I second Poet Sandra’s comments Voted 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
nice write indeed sir.. liked it very much... great one to relax my mind from all the complications of modern world and ahhh! ! YES the studies. thanks for this one
They lost the day They lost the night They can`t find The only day and night...so the endless plight and life cycle goes on. if leasurely used then ur luck or spent aimlessly then also your luck....but once lost can't be recovered. beautifully interwoven.....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well versed and good deliverance about life..good write.. Ency Bearis