deboparnapoddar (India) published:
At dawn when the light rays fell,
On the foliage growing near the nearby well,
Where decayed roots lay open to all,
And the angelic golden spread overall,
I heard the sound of a bird’s faint throat,
Crying aloud with the sweetest quote,
And I could sense its drowsiness dear,
While it flew around the moss covered moat.
The bird was weary, sapped yet sweet,
And its cloak of black did cheat,
My eyes to think it’s a euphonious...
almost 2 years ago