I find a song ends in one
touch me not on a rain
filled summer noon day
I collected its dried violet
flowers and filled in one
sea shell and floated near
the confluence of three
oceans and there from
the depth of ocean
a new song emerged,
a touch me not song...
May 27, 2009
Song of nature is always better than human outbursts, see here people write of bombs and explosions as their regular mission, impossible to deal and read such claims. Good gayatri, Nature gave us only beauty but humans distort it beyond recognition. good 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an innovative format of poetry! very sweet!