Hills On Sands Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Hills On Sands
Quite a child
she makes me one
mind windward wild
flies gazelle run!
On the shore
she's something more
than picking pearl
opens door
once more
she's a little girl!
She picks seashells
of sea she smells
she looks alien
free she sails
in her spell
i'm child again!
On the sea
wild carefree
she paints me joy
make hills on sands
small grow my hands
i'm again a boy!
Make hills on sand, very wonderful expression with child's memory and play. Nice work.
When we roam along sea strands, we often become children again, making sand castles and rolling in the waves! There is a child in every man! Enjoyed!
Quite and imagery produced while standing at a sea shore....lovely :)
Love has got that wonderful spell to make feel the way it likes........very nicely composed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:12:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A delightful read, remembering the childhood days that seem to linger in our dreams.