O live life like
A carefree bird;
Life may be a
Sweet-water spring,
With sighs and sorrows
And laments bestirred,
It turns into desert
O amidst spring.
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Musings | 10.08.12 |
Topic: life, bird, spring
Look at the birds, they never worry about anything, my grandmother used to say...this poem resonates somehow with it...a concise poem, but powerful.
Immense thanks dear poet, but I have a confession to make. This ditty I wrote as a quatrain in 2012 and being not satisfied I kept it to incubate... visited again recently, and was abt to discard it, when... I just split each line into two, and made some minor modifications... and lo in seems it is much more acceptable in this time and age.
A very cute poem sir! Loved reading this magnificent little poem.... ...Full marks!
Thanks Doctor poet. Poets are no patient, they are rather impatient, but you know what dose of medicine to give them.
Our fortune is so volatile. In a clear sky, suddenly storm clouds can gather. So try to enjoy life when we can. Like a free bird, let us liberate ourselves of all ties and manacles. Beautifully expressed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
old poetry is like golden ornaments all women get the gold changed so do we poets it glosses more again well done AP WELL DONE AP LOVELY POETRY OF 2012 NOW 2019 AS NEW
Oh, and the real truth dawns today to this bumbling old man! ...that Poet Poet and O poet Me Poet are the same. Am I right?
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I suppose sooooooooo
Thanks, what you say is: sometimes old wine has to be put in a new bottle. Need of the time, may be.