Yawning sun gets lost
in jigsaw puzzle of cumulus clouds
that float like patches of fluffy cotton-wool
over the hard humpy hillocks
The rapturous scent of the wild woods
levitating like the grey smoke from a broken chimney,
gets lost in the muddy odour of spiral dusty mounds.
Laughing visages are lost in the blanket of evening haze
gathered around the nature-naked trees nestled by
the squeaky white-breasted sparrows.
A seagull’s shrill squeals are lost
in the roar of foamy hissing waves,
where the dancing bubbles yearn to kiss
the starfish, spiral seashells, contoured conches
scattered on the wet verge of salt-laced shores.
I retrospect my spectral shadow
ruffled by your haunting thoughts
in the summer-still stream’s surface
on a lucid star-studded night,
and I’m lost in the tempest
of my own coiled thoughts…
Copyright ©2008 ~ Bharat B. Trivedi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem with lots of vivid imagery of the sea and beaches and the sea shells-- beautiful --keep writing Bharat +++++10 regards anju