Love Poems
Red tinge gave warmth
Birds
Not a bird that I heard this morning
But the roar of machine noise along the way
Stating morning has come
Waste rainy night too is still imprint
Stagnation of water and drops of water on the foliage shoots
Similarly with the dew point at the corner of my eye
Still welling despite my often dropped by hand
Red tinge gave warmth
Birds
Not a bird that I heard this morning
But the roar of machine noise along the way
Stating morning has come
Waste rainy night too is still imprint
Stagnation of water and drops of water on the foliage shoots
Similarly with the dew point at the corner of my eye
Still welling despite my often dropped by hand
