So, whoever is ill, my dear friends
Don't let the fevered thoughts go away
Gather them to treat with proper words
To set them right in rhythm anyway
One, two, three...line by line as they stand
Refresh and fine-tune them to display
Beats from their hearts a harmonic band
No more febrile they..yet fevered they say
'A Fevered Poem' of their cordial chords
treating fevered thoughts with words! Well, that's nice to read...good advice...10
i do write a lot of them...don't recommend any body to read...some may be downright silly even...a different subject for a poem mam
So, whoever is ill, my dear friends Don't let the fevered thoughts go away Gather them to treat with proper words To set them right in rhythm anyway..................ya add fragrance to it in passionate way and it will its own music to be heard with so muc love and car.. beautifully carafted poem with deep thoughts.....10 read mine... diamonds are for ever... you an d me... i miss
Namasthe sister. Yes...after a long time I returned to PH. So happy you're here and glad reading your poems again. So beautiful like your pure and chaste heart.
Great read, keep up the good work! Layers of meanings, so little yet so much...
A delight to read, flavoured with mystery and thoughts flowing.Thanks for sharing, Indira.
In the late Nineteenth Century an Italian poet, Giosuè Carducci, wrote a poem called 'In Front of Caracalla's Baths'. Rude politicians got to Rome, the glorious Eternal Town: they recalls barbudos and malaria (the fever) should keep them away. That neighbourhood was really marshy, however those villains are always there.This poem reflects the same sensibility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really cool! ! ! Very enjoyable to read! ! ! I had fun reading it! ! ! Good job! God bless you! ! ! -Pink Butterfly-