Songs of Spring
are still far away,
Waiting for decades
has become a trend..
Promises are still on,
The cuckoo seems to try
a newer song of solace..
My heart soaks
like a virgin petal
under the tears of dew.
I feel my feet choose
a track never adventured,
a path to the land unknown-
in the dim lit starry sky.
You must be somewhere close
very close, nearby.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful creativity. Very nicely penned and portrayed. Thank-you Sir.
Thanks dear Varsha for being so nice and the first reader of my new session of writing. I feel inspired.