A stream like you,
never stops to
look, what calls
him always, to
get home back.
A stone like me,
awaits in the
muddy bank,
regretting what
her life lacks!
A sky like you,
opening wide
his blue chest,
doesn't care of
what flies by.
A cloud like me,
cries millions of
drops, to realize
her love for him,
was born to die!
Your stone to his stream, your cloud to his river. In both cases, he is your all. Lovely poem, Sanjukta. Thanks
Wow, so beautifully penned poem, great imagery once again.....I liked the whole para of A cloud like me.............Wandering from place to places carrying your love........Hats Off Madam.
Stream never stops and stone never waits. What an amazing imagery is drawn in this imagery really. Cloud cries with millions of drop. So interesting sharing......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love- to die? Love is immortal! it just transfers. regretting what her life lacks! - you are rich! God granted you all that you need for full realization! Sure!