A whiff of seditious wind
Clipped the tender, wings of Love.
Autumn’s crude chill already
Stayed, residue, in my heart, for some time,
‘Rue not’! My, yet to be softened
dictates pacify.
Kiwi! Kiwi! Kiwi! Sparrow, young chick
Concomitant visitor in my balcony;
A whiff of seditious wind
Clipped the tender wings of
This Lonely, this lugubrious,
Swoops on my shoulders,
Peck of look, affection,
‘’ learn to love thyself, ’’
I tend my flexible cuticles,
Fingertips, taps, on the key board.
Unlock the key board,
‘Work is thy Love, ’ is the key.
Keep it unlocked, for ever.
Kiwi! Tap! Tap! on the board.
S.Radhamani.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem