Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly.
Gothic tree and drooping sky
humble my thoughts.
Past was me.
I will know then
why your hills turned away my clouds
by shifting sands.
Was it a colossal guilt of tomorrow?
Which never wanted to become present
and enter my house.
But my memory was sharp
and days were numbered.
I wanted to invite the death discreetly
while praising the life and listening to birds
without dropping the history
from my crooked fingers.
Between yourself and myself
a sea was surreptitiously raging.
The waves were dividing the shores.
I wanted to invite the death discreetly while praising the life and listening to birds without dropping the history from my crooked fingers. Between yourself and myself a sea was surreptitiously raging. The waves were dividing the shores. The two best stanzas I have ever come across... Loved them. Felt the inner sorrows of some separation... Deeply touchy and nice work Sir. Many thanks for the poem. It deserves 10.
Very nice indeed. Beautiful use of descriptive language and metaphor.
wonderfully written, quite stimulating. Readers shall run out of words of praise, as each of your poem is a marvel.........pls read my poem called CAN I BE A POET TOO?
Simply riveting. To think death discreet and wish its invite as such is beautifully said. Excellent.
Varma ji, your poems are great. I enjoy reading them. Thanks and keep on writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great communion with nature!