Double-Lived Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
Double-Lived
I was struck with that waft of fragrance,
Strictly of rich young women passing by:
Only no woman was seen, nor house near.
I walked past, wondering about Blessed Damozel.
Angels had come down for a picnic in Bandra,
Or spirits of pretty women now dead?
On way back found no sign of presence:
Their fun ended, are back in heaven,
Leaving me searching and aching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/4/2024 10:03:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
