Sometimes I (Mita-Bhash -Short Expressions)
Sometimes I cann't able anything...
And sometimes unable to bear.....
Escape from companionless...
But, again and again, moving towards companionless.
Silently I try to seperate the flying buds of poem from my memory bag..
Gradually I became tired..
And grasp my memory bag.
A refined poetic imagination, Dipti Deori. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Silently I try to seperate the flying buds of poem from my memory bag.. life, sadness, expectations and all that lingers in the soul from the past....... a beautiful poem. tony