At twilight when everything is black,
Something silvery arose from the shadows of dark,
Along with it appeared infinite dynamic twinkles,
The sky looks like the most radiant set of jewellery with clusters of diamond sprinkles,
And those who ever reach these sky diamonds, leave behind their mark.
The limerick packs laughs anatomical Into space that is quite economical. But the good ones I've seen So seldom are clean And the clean ones so seldom are comical.[3 A limerick looks like this. You have written a nice poem although it is not a limerick. So, thanks for the poem. I was attracted to see how an Indian limerick would be. Don't mind. Regards. Subhas
The sky looks like the most radiant set of jewellery with clusters of diamond sprinkles, very fine imagination and poetic expressions.. thank u dear poetess. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for kind words of appreciation and advice.