When the sun of my sorrow sets
A flower blooms in my mind
I do not know what to name it
Wonderful, soft and very kind! Is there a real need for it, we can acknowledge things without a form why not those without a name?
Let the flower remain unnamed for it can then be interpreted in so many fragrant ways.
Call it moon-flower, for moon is both mind and sadness. Many go lachrymose with the sight of the moon. Lord Rama wept in the Ramayana seeing the full moon rise and remembering his lost beloved moon-faced Sita. Good one.
It must be a special water lily which blooms at night. Beautiful triplet.
O M G what amazing poetic imagery we can find here in this excellent paradoxical work? it deserves 10 without doubt.. with Regards
A magnificent write. Three brilliant lines that tickle the mind. Probably, we can name the flower as Happiness. Beautifully crafted..10+++++
A brilliant concept! Beautifully penned dear madam.................10
After the sun of sorrow stes may be the flower of happiness bloomed, may be the flower of smile bloomed or flower of moon bloomed, whatever you name or un name theme is greeat. Beautifully crafted.
Looms, blooms! With the muse of your work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let this beautiful flower be named smile as it comes to play on the face after the sun of sorrow sets.