No birds croon
At the door of dawn
For coldness swallows
The silhouettes of trees
A mist is stretching out
In search of meanings
Answers are secret
Scrawls of destiny
I wish to hear the songs
Amid the silence of paths
Cold hands need rays
Of your smile.
A marvellous poem on a dawn in winter. Yes. It is December and it is winter. Cold and grey are the morns. Sun hides in and out of the house. Nice Nosheen
A true sweet and touching poem, dear Nosheen, heartwarming and your words full of wisdom makes the reader starts to think deeper. An excellent poem for still to ponder about.5 Stars Full Score and to my Favourites
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned. Not exaggerating, your poetry needs due appreciation.