A skylark mourns
Quite a furlong away
May be on the other bank
Beyond the river
Of the conjugal pleasure
Flowing into the sea of voidness.
Or worlds apart
Beyond the mist of separation
That sings unique notes
Notes of broken glasses,
Notes of burnt gardens-
From a flute of death
Carried through the tides
Of dark winter breeze
To the pyre of mourning
The death of my nascent dream
Before its first cry.
A skylark mourns Quite a furlong away May be on the other bank Beyond the river Of the conjugal pleasure Flowing into the sea of voidness. Lovely poem shared. 10++ for it.
Thank you Neetu for these inspiring words in these lovely remarks.
Beyond the river Of the conjugal pleasure Flowing into the sea of voidness. You can make such real pains tranmit into other's heart. Great skill. Thanks. 10++++++
Thank you Rini for these inspiring words in these lovely remarks.
Beyond the river Of the conjugal pleasure Flowing into the sea of voidness. Loved the order the river of voidness. Thanks for the nice poem. 10++
Thank you Sabita for these inspiring words in these lovely remarks.
The death of my nascent dream Before its first cry. Beautiful poem. Nicely penned. 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Carried through the tides Of dark winter breeze To the pyre of mourning The death of my nascent dream Before its first cry. A beautiful poem shared. 10
Thank you Suratha for these inspiring words in these lovely remarks.