A hideous heartful bird
Doesn’t come to the fore
Between many tales he wove
I silently etched my lore
He flaunted a bejeweled robe
I hemmed a silken strand
On his land; this whole world
I asked some place to stand
He poured rains
I drizzled some tears
He is immortal; eternal
Mine ephemeral years!
Every man and his life
An anthology of god
And to his collection of sorts
I posted few letters from heart!
your words are flourished with beautiful essence of many tales....your heart as the depot of knowledging. great write seema.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words sing to the poet inside me. Lesser endowed I can only appreciate The genius in you.