In the far country green
I will go with my dream,
Hand in hand in this sand
I will leave to tighten band.
On the day of Valentine
You will be again mine,
Sleep covers my eyes
And all are not lies.
Rose, teddy, hug, kiss,
I will not anything miss,
Promise would utter words
To walk lifelong long yards.
The dawn breaks the dream
And I lie amidst the frame
To paint the pain of real,
To hug my soulmate soil.
On Valentine, pairs I count,
Of bricks and of lovers' mount,
Beside beautiful big brick-field
Where work is only life's shield.
Thank a lot sir...your metaphoric words are the inspiration for me.....@B.m. Biswas
A lovely poem on the eve of Valentine's Day! You have brilliantly placed the poetic imagination into perspective! Thanks for sharing...10
So sweet a poem, eat this poem by chewing not by swallowing.... grab the taste....... The spontaneous flow reminds me Wordsworth on poetry......spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you very much...@Dr Dillip K Swain