For a poem
Poet sits up late at night
Even more than one
For a full moon
We are to wait a fortnight
For a spring
We are to wait a monsoon
We are to wait a winter also.
For a field, full of paddy
For a sky, full of joy
And for a heart, full of love
I may wait throughout my life
I may wait in every birth.
Ofcourse it is true to a poet. You have so nicely and impressively delineated this poem. Thanks for sharing.
gee! you are willing to do a LOT MORE waiting than i am! ! ! to MyPoemList. bri :)
That wait- -that wait for words to come to pen a poem which has been hiding inside the heart- - may stretch beyond days, months and years, but the poet waits.Poetry is love, poetry is day, poetry is moon and sky, poetry is season and life- - - - -An wonderful poem on love for poetry.
All I can do is wait for a poem to come. If I try to force its arrival, it distances itself further. Staying alert to the world around us, draws one nearer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine expressions! Beutifully written!
thanks for your comments.