I woke, I woke, with moist eyes,
Oh! I don’t know
that would be my last awakening!
I found myself
in a journey of paradise,
rendezvous with pleasure,
For now I noticed that,
I’ve been discarded
this time,
Oh! no! not again,
I flew to nest, yet again,
in this world of unexpecting soberness,
awaiting to strike at which stroke-
and when!
to be a free bird,
lost out of vision in the blue sky-
Yet another dawn after dusk,
blooming with a dream!
this is lovely poem i love it.i thing already read to ''''john milton paradise lost''''
A beautiful write! It strikes deep while maintaining the flow and beauty of poetry. An impressive writing style, I must say.😊
With dawn another awakening, blooming with a dream. A beautiful write, Vijay! The allusion and your writing style is commendable.
Went to the trouble of writing a sensible critique but this silly website kept insisting that the verification code was wrong although carefully copied several times.
your lost paradise is limited to a dream, and still it is vivaciously fine in its succession. the poetic galore is well-maintained, and deserves much appreciation. the only thing i am not very happy is the limited content. thats ok. may be because, i had great expectation from the title, when you jotted me. wonderful. great to know you, dear Vijay. i just posted a few, if time ever permits, please bless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's really awesome! ! ! ! you have done total justice with the vocabulary and verse! ! ! Appreciable! ! ! ! !