SPECKLES OF RAINBOW
time yet flies by the shadow
sun still strong by its swanky walks
swampy stream yet not desiccated by the fire
as i remember the last night by the passion
the dream still burns me in its cruised arms
and i am just half backed bone by the rays
scorching sun prides beneath the lamp post
night yet to come by the day when retires
shadow still burns bristling by the ashes
meadow when yells to dark clouds by the green
breeze yet not blown by feathers swing
cuckoo still in its nest by the hunger
yet your whispers tells me the woes by the hope
over the vale of tunes haunting the colored glow
would you not come back again by the purple blue
rain still in its wait by speckles of rainbow when desired
Another night of passion will come, dazzling as the speckles of the rainbow! ! *10*! ! Best regards Dr. kar! Friend - Thad
The sky opens here with all his prismatic beauty… the rain drops refracting the sun rays dipped in seven colours, sensuous and pictographic… Words are here Speckles of your imagination, whose shadows conceived by the reader’s eye…accompanying the bird’s melody….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A passionate write indeed. I enjoyed it all but i especially liked these lines: would you not come back again by the purple blue rain still in its wait by speckles of rainbow when desired Very wel done and thank you for sharing your tlalent :)