Those Hidden Drops Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Those Hidden Drops
My eyes were gathering over the vale,
Where I saw a sky is dressed in rags
And it has almost lost its azure flags.
Those broken clouds, asudden, in a gale
Have become pensive and looked weary
And their fabricated face seemed dreary
They've lost their pride and vanity,
And gone astray from their sanity
But a wind tearing them asunder
And the rumbling sound of thunder
I can hear over the brow of the hill
As their lamentaion and the pale eyes fill
Those hidden griefs as drops of rain
To flow throu' the lashes of my pain
powerful in words, graphics, rhyme and rhythm... great work, Vipins!
Beautiful poem Vip....what can i say? ...you are talented my friend.
The sad looks of nature is wisely contrasted with grief and suffering of a man.It is really great!
The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth , earth to heaven. A Midsummer Night's Dream...by Shakespeare....
This is a really deep poem and I really enjoyed it, Keep writting your amazing... :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 6:07:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I see sadness in it. All nature should be beautiful and not ugly. However, you are so wonderful when you give your advise on other people's poems.