You really meant
PETRICHOR
the few rainy dew drops
falling on dry soil
they smell
so extraordinarily well
so many poems
I have composed before
YOU are a wonder for sure
do read my
MOM'S SMILES
and self-assure
you love your mom
muchly more
see you reading my pages
here I am hankering since ages
all want to climb up the ladder
sitting on their haunches
reading my pages
some draw light
by blocking my sight
deaf I
blind they
come join hands
O film maker cum poet
thee nowhere shall you ever find
a POET like the poet in me
do try and see me
lovely as I be
now about to set
like the yawning sun
but gradually
abide with me
yeswill ye
your existent GOD will BLESS thee
if only you all read me
Pxxx in ME
POET in d ME
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem