A tide had come.
It washed away everything.
Leaving nothing on the shore.
All the happiness and excitement,
It took away along with it.
Nothing left on shore.
Just a song of silence,
Played by wind can be heard.
All the liveliness gone along with the tide.
Just a whisper of calmness can be heard.
Now its like a blank paper waiting to be filled.
But the ink of joy dried away forever.
No new song could fill this blank paper
Let's make a boat of it
And float it on the river.
Let it flow along with the wind
After a time it will just sink deep down into the tide.
Yeah, a song can be heard in future
Of the dead boats end! ! !
So original I love this brilliant write with your great imagination you have crafted a gem of a poem! !
This is very insightful can be related to our life......Geetha......so wonderfully crafted with nice metaphor.....amazing write.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice collocations. Thanks for sharing.10