The wandering moon is caught
amongst the tree tops on a hill
A shrinking rivulet flows
as a thin staff of an old man
Stones lay bare in the transparent brook.
She dips her feet, the flow parts at her calf.
Her foot imprints an arch
on a nearby stone
silently the arch dissipiates in other transparency.
A shrinking rivulet flows as a thin staff of an old man Stones lay bare in the transparent brook. really loved these lines..........! !
I like the amazing picture created here...it always simple but always amazing. There is another transparency i see..here in your poetry...cool write Subodh! _Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple poem I really like it well done :)