Noisy days were fun
Ever felt sad for none!
Like a dancing flower in the lawn
My days were happy and warm!
I flowed like a waterfall
I was happy in all!
I raised like the fountains
I just lived the moments!
The quiet days mourn
Like the mountains frown!
My thought is of pain
As I fought with the rain!
Quiet is my day's fight
So quiet is the terrible night!
I missed those noisy bestowments
I just exist for that moment!
Such a nice poem, Vidya M. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.
As one grows old a feeling of loneliness grips the mind. Very nicely crafted. As the zeal of youth gradually wanes one feels the loneliness. Thanks for shring.
Transition from productive one to another world of dependence is always sad and we always miss what we have lived. Well penned emotions.
EXCEPTIONALLY cool let not others only praise to fool read poets those you wish to let off others in to a fathomless pool
Well conceived and nicely crafted in persuasive expressions with conviction. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing, Vidya.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful expression on Happy Vs Sad...superb comparison