Even the dropping of a leave
can be heard,
so silent is the place!
A magical rivulet
flows in zig zag course,
the mountain with
greens stands like a monk
in the morning.....
The birds chirp
uninterruptedly
and play with their
youngsters- - - - -
I wish I were there!
My confined thought
I want to float
in that small river's
crystal water....
Much I have cried
for that!
And I'll pluck
a rose from the
wild rose plant,
to remove its petals
one by one to see,
if you love me
or don't love
at all....
A lovely imagery pleasing the mind, loving the nature of it's beauty divine. You may read my poem My small loving little hut
And I'll pluck a rose from the wild rose plant, to remove its petals one by one to see, if you love me or don't love at all.... Brilliant imagination!
Wow...Wonderful scenery you have portrayed. Rose Petal one is too interesting. As we also used to play a lot in our teens..... if you Love me, if you Love me not...The last petal says it all. Beautiful poem. I loved the village scene with beautiful rivulet flowing. A pleasant morning...Really I loved the picture.
Oh! All that is love? ? ? OH! A place that remind you someone...special...Beautiful Poetess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wishes and dreams written with the ink of love.