I told the story to the stone
to get some coldness to deaden my soul
'YESTERDAY I saw a number of crows wish that
God might bring ill upon humanity.
AS soon as the thought grew inside, a hundred
shocks of electric time from the nearby
standing pole met the crow with a spell. THE crow
hung still. SOCIETY to him render'd his zeal
to a classic saga, called obituary.
MY eyes suddenly dropped elsewhere. SAW I
a child draw milk with his lips fastened
to the udder of a cow.
DISCOVERED I some glistening drops of mica
in her eyes that bore with patience that
the unseen calf, killed and dead by now.'
I retold the story to the stone
to get some coldness to deaden my soul
Re-retold the story to the stone
and got some coldness to deaden my soul
Nice theme....well expressed, check out for some corrections! last lines are good!
nice poem dear Dibakar and i like the title alot, wish you all the best
Fanastic job 10+ Great theme and title I enjoy, its something new and different
Wistful verse and told wih a flow - - could almost be sung and would still retain it; s message...... well done...... Fay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice imagery and linkage......different poem...........just check out punctuations and spelling of POLE. nice work