The heart of pearly water
looks at
the strayed arid land
Alas! the barren land
feels thrill in dark shadows.
The soul of pearly water finds
Purple dawns of radiating light,
Swarms of living,
Fly of birds
In the clouds of that dry green and white.
Yet his rainbows vanish as dewdrops
in the hues of sun rays.
She diagnoses finally
The fountain of pearls
A mirage in him
A question still in her...
Stars are for blooming the sky
or tickling the floor?!-
Author notes: We often see talented people. They are less. Among them GIFTED talented are rare. Those rare people may not have interest in correct aim of their life. Instead they spend their time in wooing ladies, wasting energy in mass media or such activities.But they have a notion that they are doing everything right.
looks at
the strayed arid land
Alas! the barren land
feels thrill in dark shadows.
The soul of pearly water finds
Purple dawns of radiating light,
Swarms of living,
Fly of birds
In the clouds of that dry green and white.
Yet his rainbows vanish as dewdrops
in the hues of sun rays.
The fountain of pearls
A mirage in him
A question still in her...
Stars are for blooming the sky
or tickling the floor?!-
Author notes: We often see talented people. They are less. Among them GIFTED talented are rare. Those rare people may not have interest in correct aim of their life. Instead they spend their time in wooing ladies, wasting energy in mass media or such activities.But they have a notion that they are doing everything right.
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