I tumble, tumble on the steps;
The never opened doors…
Is your heart made of stone walls?
That doesn’t have some gorse
I fumble, fumble for my words;
The never tried out speech…
Is my tongue made of soft nerves?
That doesn’t have strong reach
I jumble, jumble with my thoughts;
The never ripened fruits…
Do my feels bitter seek sweetness?
That never knew love treat
I grumble, grumble on my thirsts;
The never fulfilled needs…
Is your heart unwilling to share?
Those pretty memories
We stumble, stumble over lines each step we climb leaves tred yet poetic nature stays unsaid... Kesav, thanks for your welcoming...
the aches and pains so melodiously expressed..! one thing is for sure you have not fumbled at all, your thoughts have reached your readers in most lucid manner
Clever little poem..reminds me of someone sitting on the banks of a river pulling petals from a daisy ' She love me She loves me not' I think she will+++10 regards
Nicely stylised and with a flow that is hypnotic to it. Nice poem, Kesav!
A lovely poem, playful and yet serious, Kesav... P.S. Here are a few lines in spontaneous response: our poems here dear Kesav are our whispers that we each share....
A very cute poem; rhymes and rrythm is pleasing to read. I enjoyed it much...a 10
I like the approach and path you took with this poem. My kind of stuff.
Ample and ample For, Stone walls to hear Humble and humble Are, Soft nerved tongue Simple and simple To - Seek for sweetness Crumble and crumble That -Unwilling Heart Dear poet, just the effect of this great write of yours. Wonderful wonderful read. Thank you so much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful, unique poem has different taste..loved your way much...