All that glitters ain't gold:
But her smiling was smiling true
Glittering, radiant, dazzling
Pure, pouring honey to sour and gloomy hearts...
She waslaughing a white one
Bringing all in a same sphere
Full of mirth and sorrow mingled
Pushing everyone in the past
"oh, mine was same once "
"I had one suchbeside my right side "
I lost her, and search "
"had I been gifted by such one"
"""to be young was very heaven "
"will it run for ever for her"
All the men stand still
Become spellbound and become pure at hearts
For a transitory moment
.....and all happened in a bus stop
when a new bride smiled
a smile of the Duchess portrait by Browning.
All glittering things are not gold pearls or all smiles are not true. We have to carefully judge upon true facts and accept real gold and smile. Sorrow mingles but we have to avoid sorrow and proceed ahead with dignity and beauty. An interesting poem is very well penned.10
Thank you so much... Yes we have to be careful to judge and decide......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tragic Smile- -that is a title that is guaranteed to attract readers! ! ! ! Well chosen, attractive title writing is a poet's kindest skill. The poem does not disappoint. Good write!