one fell to the ground every now and then..
the rust earth covered with yellow flowers
carelessly strewn
Yet how carefully made..
a closed mouth each
protective of the pitcher of nectar beneath
and the musky smell
intoxicatingly sweet
Up above
a bevy of ants were climbing the trunk
greedy for more;
A lonely squirrel though
searched in the blades of the grass
for lonely flowers;
At the tugs of a gentle breeze
more flowers fell from the trees,
all over me,
all over the ground,
some hid under old leaves,
some rolled around
I spent many a lonely hour
reclining in peace
amidst the flowers
where bliss pervaded the deep abyss
of my cobwebbed soul
outstanding poem Dorothy, I could picture it being there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is Dorothy Sinha a new poet? Who has shared her poems on this site? Wd like to connect...