MIST
White sheet of morning mist
Waiting just one yard apart
It is memory
The heart is being dug deep
Sunshine is gearing up
in leaps and bounds
tearing up the
salty flap of
memory
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Original assamese poem.written by Gayatri phukan.translated by Bibekananda choudhury
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MIST White sheet of morning mist Waiting just one yard apart It is memory - - - An amazing write, thanks for sharing.