The Lady Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
The Lady
I saw her in the garden
When the sun was about to
Split the clouds and fall on
The steady water of the pond
I saw her humming a song
While plucking flowers
Caressing tiny buds and
Kissing them with her lips
I saw her bent double at
The waist coming down
The stairs leaning against
The side wall saving herself
A fall and whining softly
I saw her body being
Carried away decked with
Fresh flowers from her
Garden by men she had
Played with and teased
During her young days
The house is empty now
I hear her song when the
Wind flows through the
Leaves in the chilly nights
(1) This is a beautiful poem, but with a sad end. Probably the neighbour who passed away and when you see the beautiful newly emerged flowers in her garden, your thoughts go back to that moment. You heard her die.
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The Lady And the song sounded as sweet despite her old age.... lovely.
A beautifully decked poem with a garden-full of flowers
A lovely poem...brilliantly drafted...well dressed! I love your expression and the style of your penning....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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(2) May she rest in peace and I hope you will soon have new neighbors. If this is invented because you like to write poems, your thoughts are very lively artistic, I can not say otherwise, my sincere compliments for this tragic poem. But IF you'll ask me, this occurred truly. A magnificent poem, Anil.10. This is so very heart touching. Thank you for sharing.