
Background - We all have felt loneliness in our life at some point of time. This poetry portrays a lonely day of the poet with violin near a shore and how the nature reacts to the song.
Feeling alone in my old hut
I took my old violin to tune
And went towards the shore and sat
My violin tuned the timbres of love
The waves danced in the lonesome breeze
The new currents washed them awake
The descending sun smiled a bit
The swift clouds stood for a while
I saw the little birds on the knoll
Flying with the rythm of my song
Whom do I admire to love?
This different query confused the gang
The last patches of darkness fall
From the brush-tip of the great nature
The tall trees remind to will
By shaking their branches in the shivering wind
I wished to be in my knot's paradise
But the night came to play its game
And I have to go back to my village
Feeling weary, tired and left the shore
1 comment:
nice poem ... :)
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