The Mist Of The Morning Poem by Dr subhendu kar
The Mist Of The Morning
As I remember the last night’s dream
when slushed by the warmth of sun
as sedulous lonely in winter morning
when slouched while seeping the coffee
as each speckles of her whisper
mingles through the flying fumes
each moment as new born blue
as inspired by the beauty of rose.
As I sway in my own way
as when revered by her grace
looking to the mist of morning
the heart when touched upon
very beautiful Dr. as I remember the last night's dream when slushed by the warmth of sun...superb. its more than i would say10++++ but sorry dear friend i can only give 10...but its really beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 4:43:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is what I'd call a work of art, it sure qualifies for that. Thanks a bunch for sharing your poem, appreciate that. What's more, you got my 10 alright. Regards, Mohammad from Iran