Metamorphosis
When I was high in the sky like eagle,
I saw rocks neighbouring Sequoia stood,
But when I descended, I fell in pool.
Josh Berry. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral Form.
Note: After staying away from my pen for long... My luminaria communed with me and we came up with a new form of poetry, Entitled 'Ancestral Form': It goes with an Iambic pentameter,3 lines, with a single rhyme scheme. It's derived under the motive of hiding oceans of emotions within few drops of lines.
I hope you'll all love it and patronise my form of poetry. Thanks. Josh Berry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We love it.. Will try also.. Naila
Thanks dear... I'll be so glad to see it