Rolled the images
One by one around her
Many of them were clear
And others were faint.
In the last thunder yelled
More moments of friendship
Whistled to share
The cracked limbs again.
Drowned in the crowd
Along the rolled images
One by one around her
Sorry to say ‘yes ‘once more.
Can't claim I understood this poem inspite of your note above. Yet, it has a sweet charm of its own and that is all what we expect of poetry. Brilliant lines.
In the last thunder yelled More moments of friendship whistled share The cracked limbs again- - -Beautiful lines reminiscing old friendship.
Hi Sekharan, In the last thunder yelled more moments of friendship The lines touched my heart, not like a yell of the thunder, but but like the soft untouching touch of a feather, of tiny unseeable breeze. Thank you Sekharan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very breezy regret, friends are friends it all matters how we accept them without much expectations, any relationship we should learn to accept as it us and appreciate only the best, let the weaknesses be sublime nit in the limelight, cute work thanks for the share poet