Red, red, red are the colours
of my dreams and hopes
bitter, bitter is the taste
of your false promises
dirty is the scent I smell
so many I have seen
but they mostly have the same
blue vision, the water
the wind and the sun
suffer the same pain
when they go through
this dubious world.
We have made the society a society of vampires eyes only identify the Red thank you bhai
red, red, red are the colours of my dreams and hopes bitter, bitter is the taste. There suspicion in the world but not in poetry which pleasant to mind and feast to eyes. A1 poetry.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sins of man make the world dubious but the hope in a wisdom of words