Are they aware the sultry flowers?
Of the colors that they wear,
Clustered in hundred, they recite
But of the tale, words are unaware
Vibrating strings do they know?
Of their harmonious tune
Cratered and rocky he truly is
Only Earth sees beauty of the moon
Innocent mind cannot tell apart
Genuine men from fake
It can’t sense your ignorant heart
To me, what difference you make! ! !
Are fowers symbolically for women? A touching poem
the way handle the imagery gives room to lots of interpretations to your writings...as a person inclined to philosophy and a devotee of nature your lines add fertilizer...great writing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, it really requires a very sensitive and genuine heart and soul and mind to know what the dumb says, what the blind sees, and what the deaf hears.how i wish one listens speaks and sees.it really feels good.how i wish the color never changes, the sound never goes jarring.