It was dull sun, going to rest his head after a long listless day..
Crepuscular rays are spilling out beyond the horizon, like offsprings running out of the house to play after school..
That moment, when offspring throwing away his bag and running like the Napoleon who has won in the war..
She has a place on water tank..
She's waving her legs in the air..
She's quaffing the chirping of birds..
She has kafkaesque gaze in her small eyes..
She's staring at a heron..
Heron came down and sits beside her..
She gazing it constantly at that heron..
She has serene smile on her puckered lips..
She is fondling its head..
Heron is gazing her as still as a mouse..
It is staring her with googly eyes..
And the love disgorged in the air..
Crescent moon evoking the foxes..
And peace and serenity leaked it the boxes..
She has kafkaesque gaze in her small eyes... Powerful line...I loved the flow and rhythm... You expressed it very well...thumbs up..keep up..10 here you go..
the dancing stars and the sweet moon spreading his light on them to help them see the words hold new hope and a magical spells you you spared light on us common people to help us see, bravo
I have a mentor too....but he dont know... I'm always mirroring me in his poems... and how important have someone so special ....in poetry, in life.... Very beautiful your homage! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Utsav. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.