wet heart in the rain
silence was chosen prison
for a caged bird.
on a curled tight leaf
a dewdrop is adjusting
like prism at sunrises.
Your poetic finesse is illustrated beautifully. Always a pleasure to read you.
We must learn from the little dew drop. A person who can adjust with people, places and surroundings can survive in all climatic conditions. A brilliant poem.
One of yr best My friend Bravo Top5 Kudos and give us an Encore
A pair of great Haiku's. Silence in indeed a prison every songbird should escape from.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘Silence was chosen prison.." good metaphor. Nice poem. Loved