With falling ink drop by drop
Hard rocks melting
like dewdrops on rose petal
I see the moonbeam of hopes
Radiating like rainbow
Reflecting the colors of your poetry
This pen which was lying lifeless
Got the new lease of life
When your thoughts
Gave its Midas touch
To glitter like spun glass
That rises out of shapeless beam
In the prism of life
The story of your love
Multiply by reflection of truth
Soothing sinking heart under winter sun
I keep my fingers crossed
To see the fate of my poetry
On endless sky bending beyond
Cosmic shore of this world.
Sheer class. Beautiful beautiful poem. Worth a thousand reads.10 ten times.
Amazing poem In the prism of life The story of your love Multiply by reflection of truth Soothing sinking heart under winter sun I keep my fingers crossed To see the fate of my poetry On endless sky bending beyond Cosmic shore of this world.
The lifeless pen is given power by the one who wields it with passion. Excellent poem
When matter got a soul it started thinking and thoughts inspired the man to become a poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With falling ink drop by drop this pen drafts monumental writings those touch mind and soul. Cosmic shore of this world is interestingly captured by this pen only in mind. Very wise and amazing poem shared definitely.10