Made In Sun Poem by Sanjukta Nag
Made In Sun
Maybe the sky forgot again,
Today is the month of May,
And blurred itself with snowy songs of winter.
My window has opened its wings,
Grey eyes adoringly
Gaze at the sugar maple tree - changing clothes.
She is always a good dresser
With a great sense of seasonal harmony.
But my limbs, too pale like those soiled roots
Hidden under a creased blanket,
Yearning for a letter.
A letter that possesses a bridge of light inside,
Made in the country of sun.
After quite sometime the sun made a brief appearance although the night was long yet the sunshine wiped it all. Wonderful poem SN, where r u? Long time no poems seems busy with exams.10++++
the seasons they will come and go you have captured it in a lovely flow thanks Sanjukta
That's really an amazing treat. The language used for drawing graphic details of changing season: My window has opened its wings, With a great sense of seasonal harmony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:31:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
woow...wonderfull poem..and great written....thanks for sharing......