My desolate soul
By the edge of the window
Keep thinking of you.
With the sound of rain
Going down memory lane
Again and again.
It feels wet inside
Inner clouds showering gloom
As your love didn’t bloom.
Hopes are shivering
Heart is too fragile to mend
Still love never ends.
It feels wet inside Inner clouds showering gloom As your love didn’t bloom......deep speculation, deep love. Marvellous depiction with diction. Thank to you dear Sanjukta I like your poem posting. .....10
Still thinking of you; with the muse of love and life. Nice work.
I can see a lover sitting by a window deep in though about their past lover. Good poem
There is still a hope that someday you will get the love. Full of hope the poem flows with a nice style.
In the four stanzas of the above Haiku, a traditional form of Japanese poetry, with the 1st.,2nd. and 4th.lines of each stanza, hardly having any rhyme scheme and comprising 5,7and 5 syllables respectively, poetess, Sanjukta Nag, has been able to make love reign anyway in any mood of either melancholia or mirthfulness in us. The concise creation is aesthetically a potential rendition, indeed,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never ending story of love..............threaded with silken words...........Loved it....10+++++