Pranab k c
15/08/2014
yellow the gown
blowing high with wind
flying thunder of imagination
doing high its drawing
white or black
unknown the cracks it guards
unknown the beauty it holds
so warm sometimes blank its trimmering
yellow gown flying high
imaginations hurdling to catch
an amplified mind human to broadcast
the gothic it covered so long.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem