Did you hear a rhythm divine?
That was tuned in the forsaken shrine,
so was that bashful virgin
Dressed in a pure blue and white linen.
Come and listen to her rhymes
in a sad, foreign tune-yet sublime-
sings a story in a plaintive tone
try to sooth herself but in vain.
Might she had a misfortune past
That ignited her passion and seized her heart.
look! her pair of blue eyes,
Yielding nothing but tears in prize.
Though I passed her silently
Yet it stirred my thoughts violently.
This is a touching Poem. I really like the way you play with the minds of the readers. The thought is always deeper and the rhythm of your poems is always great. You write poetry by adding to them a pleasure for the readers, giving them qualities of your imaginative abilities..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice choice of words