Oh dear Poem Hunter, you are poetry bank,
We are glad getting you, poets do thank.
Poem Hunter pretty Queen ever you sing,
In this world you are queen, you are king.
Ring of love covers us, wings of hope move,
You are worthy, you are true ever you prove.
You lead having joy you stand too tall,
We rise, we fall, in sweetness you call.
We fall but we rise again we stand and clap,
You are queen, you are mom, sweet is your lap.
All poets are like children, to all you love,
Whole day night you are mother singing dove.
Day comes and day goes we feel summer May,
Writing poems we play here tribute we pay.
We feel, poem waves come from your bey,
Joining our hands of love in unity we stay.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,29 April 2019. All rights reserved.
A wonderfully written high level poem, sir Kumarmani.....10+++++++++
We fall but we rise again we stand and clap, You are queen, you are mom, sweet is your lap. Such a nice tribute to PoemHunter. So sweet of you to call Poem Hunter as 'Mom'. Yes, we are all comfortable in her cosy lap. Thank you Kumarmani ji!
Thanks! ! ! ! Day comes and, day goes. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You are right. Poem Hunter is a poetry bank... Congratulation! Thank you for the poem being shared. pc
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
joining hands of love in unity, good one sir, namaskar