The sun is sinking down
The twilight too is vanishing
I am being left alone
In the peaking darkness
I am fumbling around
Hearing a humble low voice
It is the darkness beseeching,
"Make me your companion,
I am black and ugly,
Everybody looks at me in scorn,
None sees the beauty of my heart,
Or the gleaming love inside,
Make me your beloved
Never will it make you regret".
Diamonds lying deep under the black soil
Are luminous and precious!
A well conveyed poem. Truly heartfelt and touching...5 stars*****
Ah what a beauty, dear poet! You know, in Sanskrit night has four beautiful names, one each for each prahar (each prahar being of three hours) I can't recall readily the forst two, but the last two are: Yama and Usha. This celebrates the beauty of night.
By the nightfall that ceases to cast brightness to life man fumbles to catch hold of something that gives him relief. When he realises that nothing saved the darkness will shelter him he begin to love it which was ignored by him for its external characteristics only, not realising the beauty of its heart Thank you Asim
A very touching poem that captures a true and caring heart. Yes, true love can be found in a place where we never expect to find. The wonders of love. Beautifully crafted write.Five Stars! ! !
Diamonds lying deep under the black soil.....brilliant piece....thank u, dear poet....anjandev roy.
Yes, dear poet like the diamond lying deep under the black soil invaluable love that unattractive people carry in their heart is not always recognised
Though they same your body or appearance is the gateway to heart but they are sadly mistaken. Love is blind it only sees the heart, a caring, a lovable. A thoughtful poem .10**
Thank you dear Asim for the comments. Our perception about love and it's source is mistaken. It can be from quite strange corners
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well crafted poem! 5 stars
Thank you dear Kostas Lagos for the comments