In those poems,
My sufferings were like
The balls of fire
In the hands of the innocent insects
Infested with dark desires-
Who never have dreamt,
Nor have flied high
Off their birth place
Since they riveted to their
Winged dreams
In the hour before the dawn
Under a Sun on a chariot
Drawn with the single most horse
Widowed on the day of wedding.
Winged dreams In the hour before the dawn Lovely, great thinking by the poet. 10++ for it.
Who never have dreamt, Nor have flied high Off their birth place Since they riveted to their Winged dreams Thanks for shared 20+++++
ince they riveted to their Winged dreams In the hour before the dawn Under a Sun on a chariot Nice. Great poem,10+++
Since they riveted to their Winged dreams In the hour before the dawn Under a Sun on a chariot Drawn with the single most horse Widowed on the day of wedding. 10+++ for it.
My sufferings were like The balls of fire In the hands of the innocent insects Infested with dark desires- lovely menageries, great poem. Thanks for sharing a lovely poem. 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Since they riveted to their Winged dreams In the hour before the dawn Lovely, great thinking by the poet. 10++ for it.
Thanks Seema dear for these great remarks.