I took the wings of the morning,
And climbed up to the hills;
Just having a spirit within me,
Hoping to find you in dales.
My foots were strengthen with strength
When my heart just thought of you,
I dared to take every footsteps
Which it seemed were only few.
My heart longed for your encounterment
My cold spirit was being renewed,
But all I had to see and feel
Every one was there - except you.
By: - Khirod Dalpati
It has been one my experience. I had to climb the mountain where a fest was organised. I started walking at 3 am, reached at 11 am. I could find all my friends but except one whom I admired. and so this poem..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet and soothing write. love it.
Than you for your comments Sir. I have added some more poems of mine. If you have any comments.