Idon't look westward now...
their garden dews reflect the pain of her absence
she left, Abiya my neighbour
leaving her babbling and lisping in my ears
she left in the flowers her inviting smile
and the butterflies resound her anklets
but I am not empty- she hugged her laughter on my shoulder
when springshower starts humming lullaby
or when June starts plucking flowers
she will be back, she will be back
By prasanna kumari, © 2009, All rights reserved.
leaving her babbling and lisping in my ears she left in the flowers her inviting smile and the butterflies resound her anklets but I am not empty- she hugged her laughter on my shoulder These four lines are too good. It touches the common cord with everybody.
a poem with a message she left in the flowers her inviting smile and the butterflies resound her anklets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one, inviting smile, I like it.