The sun when hides its face behind the clouds,
and reflects back all its radiations of hate,
to the nature.
The wind when becomes static and silently watches
how the clouds send a message of love
to the earth.
The rains when wash the dirt of the greenery
the winds start dancing and send a challenging message,
to the lives.
The curtains of the sky and that of my mind,
torn and providing blue holes to send a flying kiss,
to the sky.
Here on earth I see the hunter has stopped hunting,
and the soldiers have thrown their arms saying no,
to the war.
Sweetheart! It may be a poetic dream, but a love song,
don't insert fingers in ears you'll have to listen
to the song.
And what we'll be forced to do in a deadly dark night,
let us do it in a milky evening, come on and say yes,
to the love.
We poets hope for such a day when there is war nor conflict, but when there is so much mistrust all around and wasted intesrtys abound... well hope is eternal.
Dear Love come, come to me it's fresh bloom Rose it's for you please take it, take it cordially don't be late to take it will fade if you found it faded away look at my heart there are many flowers which are always fresh bloom here love is for you born eternally yeah whenever you come always can enter free.......////
Sweetheart! It may be a poetic dream, but a love song, don't insert fingers in ears you'll have to listen to the song../// beautiful loving poem, I love it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u say sun hides I say clouds hide him out of jealousy who will look at em JA JI