Going long pedaling my bike
In a fogy winter
The sun appeared late
Reaching the village road
In the western sky
And fogs scattered.
A sprawling paddy field then before me
Brown with stubble
Rolling up to the foot
Of the distant hill.
In that solitude
A moment I longed to sit yonder
With a maiden I dreamed long ago
Yet never seen.

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Great imagination and remembrance wonderfully perceived in the poem, greatly written, thanks
something so strong yet so subtle as a feeling.. loved that Fog the image I got in your lines! Thank you for sharing Sir! 10+++!
What a beautiful poetic write. Solitude is a poet's best friend. Imagination works really well away from the world's hassles.
Beautiful remembernce, good poem
Very good imagination and narration.. Keep writing more poems.
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