soaked in tranquillity
a bud, begins to unfold.
shedding its pain,
the night smiles a tear.
and thus some sorrows,
forever remain untold...
first the bud and then the flower unfolding a silent process nicely written; -10 anjali (do read mine Michael Jackson-A peter pan)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
crying is the best thing....it clears our heart, then the agony dies, the story gets lost in the vaults of mind! ! ! ! very nice, sensibly thought out write!