In the sky
Of my mind
Each and every
Word
Is like a cloud
Which plays with the rays
Of my ideas
And dances with the tune
Of my thoughts
And on the windy grounds
Of my all emotions
I break into
Either laugh or tears
And the poet in me
Hidden inside
Like all others
Forces me to write
Lines
Some coarse
In black
Some fine
In white.
A good poet write his heart and emotions your poem explains it so well.
A good poet write his heart and emotions your poem explains it so well.
'What makes a poet write? ' is always a question faced. You gave beautiful imaginative explanation through a wonderful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetothemics....instinct well done