when i see,
half of the moon,
i feel some bitter cold,
it make me feeel poor.
when someone make me fool,
in sooth,
i feel some rage,
and think how he make me fool.
As, when i see the sun,
the waves make feel like core,
and raises my level of sour.
As at last,
i want you to think of lotus,
because there is a feel of bogus.
Good attempt...but check your spellings before uploading...Rudra
A good start with a nice poem, Rudraksh Sharma. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am happy that you have a genuine feeling about nature and its beauties. Nice work. Go on