Let us hope there will be a sunny day,
A long waited day for the tired clay,
Followed by clouds, lightning, thunders and rains,
A day of washing the mud stains,
An old tree is washed and is now shocking green,
On the topmost branch a bird singing a sad song,
The longest hot day of June is too long,
Somewhere I have lost my love in the heat strokes,
Though a monkey entertained me with his jokes,
My tears could not stop how can I smile?
A self made isolation, a self imposed exile!
A petty small dispute with my old spouse,
In a rage I left my nest, my lovely house,
A flower springs and is kissed by a butterfly,
The poet listens to the sound of pen at the sky,
The sky though already blue becomes shocking blue,
The lonely bird dreams a message, "I still love you."
Morning is turned in noon and noon in an evening,
And lo! On the sky we see a full moon shining,
She gathers courage and kills her killing ego,
"I shall go back to my nest, yes, I will go."
She takes off; the wings are supported by wet blows,
Waiting for her, sleepless, on the open windows,
Both hug each other, cry and then smile,
Love wipes their tears; the ego is now in exile.
Ears listen to a sound of kiss and eyes see in the nest,
Two birds in a deep sleep, after love a couple at rest.
Crafty poem. My pick from the poem: The poet listens to the sound of pen at the sky The sky though already blue becomes shocking blue, The lonely bird dreams a message, " I still love you.
Love wins at last. Though life goes through many turmoils if love is given a chance to survive between two souls then life is heaven. Nice poetry. Thanks for sharing.10+++
now we read each other less and lesser boredom sets in perhaps but you still remain in my mind a wonder black clouds asunder
In all shocking, In all sadness There is rhyming beautifully the hope There is rhyming beautifully the love For beautiful life.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In a beautiful sunny day a flower blooms and smiles. In nest beautiful birds rest and chirp in spring. In sunny day light reflects emotion. Love wipes their tears and the ego is now in exile. We feel and see the eyes of love. This poem is interestingly penned.