The
plough is weary but glad to see the black fields ready,
Sun
and wind so harsh and intense, souls arid and thirsty,
Earth
urges the skies to thunder, to comfort the stertched agony,
Soil
prays for the filled clouds, to wet the parched misery.
(Select lines from my English poetry book)
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2 comments:
Fantastic Work Major Doctor Jitendra...
It's truly amazing to have such mastery over so many other poetic languages...
Carry on the great work and all the best....
Thanks RAKO
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