The sound of bangles
When the village girls
Sweep the floor in the
Morn is so sweet to hear;
Under the azure sky
The stream moves on
Through grassy plains
Humming songs of love
With its water shining clear;
The long tresses of
The village girl swing
Across her back as she
Goes to the village well;
With birds, bees, worms,
Butterflies coming out
To play and fly the cool
Wind in their harmonious
Presence slowly begins to swell.
Lovely mood. Lovely poem. There nothing like appreciating the little things in life. The beautiful girly girls....and the butterflies they cause in a mans flowery heart. Lol. Thanks for sharing
Great imagery! The delicate sound of the bangles of country girls creates ripples in this wonderful poem! Beautifully composed....5 stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sound of bangles When the village girls Sweep the floor in the Morn is so sweet to hear; Under the azure sky.... fantastic expression with amusing beginning. Beautiful poem on love is amazingly shared. Five stars.