You are a charming bird, my friend,
Chirruping in the morning glow,
Narrating tales till day would end.
Yet who you are I do not know.
I wish I could your feathers touch;
Your tuneful songs enchant my ear.
But you avoid my glances so much
And don't let me come too near.
I'll place my steps with perfect skill,
My restless mind would lead me on...
Alas, my efforts come to nil.
Incautious word - and you are gone...
Comments
Inna, are all your blogs poems ? :/
thank you, friends, for your kind words.
so sprightly touchy one poem....i found the liveliness from the poem.
so sweet inna .. awesome -:)