Crowds swiftly roamed around,
Utters hi! as we shake hands.
toughness is as board exam,
to know the purest one.
Although progression comes,
Slowly like a growing plant.
The trunk may be reliable as years pass by,
Branches can be bendable like a rainbow in the sky.
Leaves may fall as it run dry,
Like my gloomy eyes when i sigh.
Oh please...hammer me! i am malleable...
Do it warily...
I am fragile, you cant take back deformities.
How the life adapts to progression phases, has been underlined very beautifully in this poem. The photo is an icing on the cake. Thanks. A quote: Oh please...hammer me! i am malleable... Do it warily... I am fragile, you cant take back deformities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Leaves may fall as it run dry, Like my gloomy eyes when i sigh. There is a sad tone. it is touching the reader. a lovely poem indeed. liked it very much. tony