…done as a sequel to my poem…"spring on crutches"
From fated gashes gurgle streams
Snatch carmine rags from the seams
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The amount of creativity used in this work just let's your imagination grow. Job well done!
The pathetic plight of this child has left me crestfallen! Can any mother dare to look upon a sight so moving! I have read both the poems... Spring on crutches! As a doctor I am sure you will be coming across such sad spectacles every day.... Now when man's thoughtless pugnacity takes away the lives of many spring blooms, where has human conscience fled? So compelling a read! Top marks!
Far from the mortal care and fever of the world, basking in the bosom of nature in the world of his own lies the man. I wish I'd experience all that bliss of oozing out roses from the chest. It's a lovely read.
Very beautifully described! Great choice of words and metaphors! Regards, ~Besa
I don't know the F..... word, so I'll take your translation with the touch of a Holy Book. Beautiful poem, Sensuous and soul searching. TFS. ~Leonard Dabydeen
Nice word picture and at the same time the words act as sound.No more words to express my feelings.Speechless!
nice poem and very nice from you to mention the original source of the poem. i like really like it, since it the whole poem describes a child lying under the sky but in a magic words.
Beautiful flow of words-message well delivered Tahir.