Empty Cradle Poem by PREMKUMAR C N
Empty Cradle
I had a little child
In the beautiful cradle
I made with my dreams
I sang lullabies every day
And watched her sleeping
With her smile so innocent
And watched her naughty smile
When she was awake
One day I noticed she had wings
And realized she was a little angel
In the world around me, a paradise
Slowly her wings grew
And one day she flew away
With that beautiful wings
And I realized I was standing
In a desert with no flowers
But with that empty cradle
What a beautiful poem. When daughters grew they go away from us leaving us in a mental stage we feel we are standard in a desert with the thoughts left with us. Sir you are really a brilliant poet of profound imagination.
A very imaginative and thought provoking write. Our mind is powerful. It can create so many things in life. A beautiful poem with suoerb imagery.
Wow! Reality intertwined with dream. The daughter unborn is a dream I too have. Heart touchy
Exquisite poem with touchy heartfelt emotions. The dream interwoven with reality is exceptionally beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 10:57:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Marvelous dreamy poem with beautiful imagery. A classic. Congratulations sir.