Oh, the white-feather adorned clouds,
Will you arrive in rainbow chariot
To search for my skylark in the horizon?
I am unaware of her shape and colour
As I have lightless globules in my eyes
Though her songs are with me in my lips
And if you sing with me for a while
I shall offer you my tears
That may fill your soul's chamber
For a heavy shower in this monsoon.
Superb temperament of poetry and i like here the presence of mind in the skylark...an embracement of unknown hope with fears accustomed in the sky of people where only few wants to fly like you...well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely imagery! I really like this poem!