Those Hidden Drops Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Those Hidden Drops
My eyes were gathering over the vale,
Where I saw a sky is dressed in rags
And it has almost lost its azure flags.
Those broken clouds, asudden, in a gale
Have become pensive and looked weary
And their fabricated face seemed dreary
They've lost their pride and vanity,
And gone astray from their sanity
But a wind tearing them asunder
And the rumbling sound of thunder
I can hear over the brow of the hill
As their lamentaion and the pale eyes fill
Those hidden griefs as drops of rain
To flow throu' the lashes of my pain
The drama of nature according with the human pain, expressed in a metaphorical manner, a melodious enchantment for my ears..Cristina Teodor
very good imagination. VIPINS PUTHOORAN. Those hidden griefs as drops of rain To flow throu' the lashes of my pain
This is a really deep poem and I really enjoyed it, Keep writting your amazing... :)
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11/17/2025 6:53:00 PM # 1.0.0
''My eyes were gathering over the vale, Where I saw a sky is dressed in rags And it has almost lost its azure flags. '' Nice piece of verses, i like the style in which you start the poem, it is an exquisite in flow and content.