Segment by segment
the secret breaks. There was
no song afterwards.
A robin hops on the dirt road.
Time was scare.
Living water was escaping.
Visibility has not changed.
I walk in great agony
without you.
The fabric was loosing
the color. The book will
never be complete.
I enter the colosseum, for
digging up the voices―
buried in the throats.
The daffodils wait in
backyard for the ceremony.
Light has come in the eyes.
I admire your stanzas for their beauty of expression. Visibility has not changed. I walk in great agony without you. The fabric was loosing the color. The book will never be complete. I enter the Colosseum, for digging up the voices― buried in the throats. The best line I felt like getting by heart was.. Segment by segment the secret breaks..... There was no song afterwards. Thank you poet for this outstanding effort of yours.It deserves 10+. Anticipating your kind visit and noble comments someday on my poems.. Thanks again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The daffodils wait in backyard for the ceremony. Light has come in the eyes.... just simply beautiful dear Satish Varma.. thank you very much for this poem you are always writing such poems. love to read you. tony