The sun peeps
Out in the sky
Creates shadows
Big and small!
What is the
Stuff or thing
Called shadows?
In the morn things
Called shadows
Assume shapes
At sun’s will
They crawl grow
Then shrink
The shadows
Fall on waters,
Not drenched!
But all in black
They appear.
The sunlight
Seems to fling and
Throw.
The sun calls back
At the fall of dreamy
Dark Dusk, which, just
Swallows the shadow
In grim silence.
The sun wakes the
Shadows galore
When the flowers laugh
And smile at
The fall and rise of
The shadows!
flowers smile and laugh at the fakll and rise of shadows. wonderful..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid and delightful poem, Minnoor. Thanks for sharing