About the Poem
The winter had made an attempt to make me feel lonely, yet I was so content, for I was in love. She filled my heart and put a brush in my hand and whispered, "I am here. Paint. Write. And let's live! "
The Tall Trees |
| by Kunal Joarder |
| The tall trees standing gaunt and bare Have lost the foliage The branches rise above the horizon Looking for warmth, Just when they kiss his lips The sun sets and drops Beyond their reach. It is so cold, they then whisper. As I look up I see you Walking across the meadow Your horse following you close Your scarf fluttering in the breeze, You wave and smile. "Go home, My Love, it is cold, " And then I look at my painting, I will finish it tomorrow. Now I will go home and drink tea And ask you "How was your horse riding?" |
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3 Visitor Comments
Liga
It's so lovely,Kunal. Very nice.
Leah
This poem conjures visions of an absolute fairy tale. Thank you Mr. Joarder.
LINA
Really, very nice and romantic ....
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