It's right that cloud can't
do any live-show like human heart
Of love or anything near to love.
Abstract needs concrete to
Keep legs fixed,
And to bloom a flower,
A butterfly must go on
A morning tour.
To quench her thirst
Nature too seeks some ways.
The moon, the sun, trees and plants,
Are only traps to catch a mind.
If they work, be bold and walk
Or stride on the path of love.
But, remember any waning moon,
Can never run any dream with
Thought that's fully blue!
I suspicion that butterfly on tour is you! Beautifully fluttering gracefully thru all that you think, say and do I like it Neela! 11/10
......beautiful poem....a butterfly is powerless against the charms of a beautiful fragrant flower...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Neela. One has to be bold on path of love. Beautiful imagery you have brought through this poem. Loved it.