no fountain descending
touching the body of the mountain
it's a city of the windy fogs
the winter hugging the morning sun
the coiling smoke going up
from the hot teacup
the damping roads seizing my pen
all tears on the white paper-
like a coffin in a bier
on the shoulder of the undertaker
wiping pain from the heart
I'm coming back to the sky
Pen and poem my praying for inside tranquility
-08.12.2020 Chattogram
" Turmoil of thoughts and gliding emotions In the company of throbbing heart. A boon or a curse gifted to a poet, Enhancing poor soul's complications" ! Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.5 stars.
Beautiful poetic expression. Well penned. Indeed poem and pen serve tranquility. Meaningful poetry.
A pen and a poem can redress a poets pains. This is a nice poem, with relatable imagery. 'like a coffin in a bier on the shoulder of the undertaker' - it's a wonderful depiction. 'Pen and poem my praying for inside tranquility' - this too is a touching expression.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pen and poem my praying for inside tranquility ~nice craftmanship