The Wren Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
The Wren
If thou wert my only wren,
I'd make a golden dome then;
As thy nest o'er my lorn skies
To hear thy song as I arise
Wilt thou comest, when I call?
Perching on the fence of my hall
Hast thou hidden inside thy brownish bill-
A love song for my heart to fill?
Wilt thou show me thy rage
If I caress thine brown plumage?
Thy life at a fast, restless and song too:
Thou comest to my garden as new,
And singest except the song of adieu: : :
A beautiful love lyric, rhyming and melodious! ! ! Very enjoyable too! !
The best, I think you should never stop writing, and hope by releasing three new poems, your desire to do poetry will be flamed and activate your interest again...this poem is a great piece..do more_Unwritten Soul
Rhythmic and deep.No, adieu, no parting.Immortal bird will take.But, it will be singing ever with its cocked tail.
This is a suberb poem, Vipins. Heart warming, very peotic and such a pleasure to read. Excellent!
..............a beautiful poem and so sweetly the song of the wren....enjoyed..
Lovely piece. I've written a piece entitled Wren Similiar.
wooo...wow mate you done a beauty there classical, charming and very stylish....you can rightly take pride in this....brings to mind some great old poems... cheers ***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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believe me..........very rich in meaning like a delicious dish with all nutritive values.......... like you always say......TOP MARKS! ! ! ........