Although rose is red... or yellow,
my eyes are with tears
No rose blooms on my cheek
And no dropp can quench my thirst
All alone I stand,
in a dropp of tear.
I listen closely,
storms, clouds and winds
I see children singing
songs of thunder and hunger.
Alone! All alone! !
I listen the songs.
Sitting on a green ground,
I see colourful butterflies.
But colours,
Seem to be far from me.
More near are my eyes,
I realize tears more nearer.
I see words in my eye
I see street damp
Lake of tears roaring loud.
I hear thunders and clouds
in a deep heart's core.
And I say,
'Poems are not in rose'
'Poems are in my eyes'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad sad beautiful poem...great going sabina...keep it up...love...nalini