I come near to you, lonley, with my shadow
To hear the music of your rippling
That, gently, kissing at the brink of my medow
Where I stand like a sappling
In the river of your soul, to caress
With my tender leaves uopn your forhead
Or to shed it all like the drops of my tear as to confess,
If my deep roots never knew the flow of your river bed
Where flowing your deep-love for me
To grow me as a tree
In your love, to protect you from dark-cloud
As I never want a heavy shower
In my being with the drops of your blood
For blooming the dreams of my fallen
flower.
Trees are my friend. We have to learn a lot from the trees. it is one step ahead in maintaining natural harmony.
'I come near to you, lonley, with my shadow To hear the music of your rippling' Dear chum, in this poem despair of loved one is drafted brilliantly by the poet. Whatever is the poem, Vipins your poems are highlighting because I think you add some heaven sent spice of the nature - Nature is always delighting - sometimes i do color my poems by one stanza on nature though may love or lonely I only feel single nature. Amazing write - Heat touching one - THUMBS UP! 10+++++++++++
The idea of the feeding stream under the roots of the tree is a great one. You are really an artist, expressing great feelings through great images. Your love for nature is tightly woven into intense emotions. A big WOW, for this exquisite poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, Vipins, this is beautiful! Telling your beloved that you want to grow as strong as a tree in her love. Offering her protection when things get rough. Caressing her and cherishing her. By the way, what tree would you be?