Suddenly a twist happened.
My path was hidden altogether,
The rich canopy covered my sides,
I changed to unseen, untouched and
I was covered under black shades.
Acquired the rhythm of dense
Dark blue jungles, I was lost in
Mad dreams along the wild path
Marginalised in great expectations
Was recharging to my forward march.
The green emerald undergrowth
Produced some beautiful flowers
Whom I couldnt escape loving
Fo they were so fragrant, and
Filling my all inner columns.
Yellowish, enthralling, cute
Slowly moving, radiating, vibrant
But I couldnt kiss her, I couldnt
Save her, though she prayed silently,
And I remained untouched and unseen
An amazing poem. Nature in full play though in a fascinating dream sequence. Thanks a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes our path becomes hidden to others