The Champak odours fall
Bird of paradise sings melody tune;
Clouds form a Nacreous;
Sunset and Sunrise!
A venomous serpent crawls in
Sweet nectar in her lips;
The Champak odours fall;
A dream or a reality?
In the distant land of Socotra
The unheard melody tune;
Clouds form a Nacreous;
While mind wanders through
The Fountain of youth;
Stuck in the sick grip of serpent
Dreams are fading away
In the oblivion;
The Champak odours fall;
Sunset or Sunrise?
Funeral of dreams! ! ! ! ! !
I like your word choice and in the line-arrangement you know where to mark the cut...good work Deep...
Good job! Bird of paradise sings melody tune; Stuck in the sick grip of serpent I love these verses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet song to the hears....thanks