Aman Saa Poems
time cannot have a name
But an awakening may arrive
in a moment newness may begin
as you come across a passage
that makes you think over again
Is it the right way to walk?
wonder cannot have an accent
as fragrance cannot have definition
but the midnight blossom of yours
in the lone garden of this empty time
speaks of a wonder whose fragrance is all
I have been to several abandoned corners
with the strings of my existence
I have tied many a pole
Yet every time I reflect
it seems the rules of life are ...
Little On Life
Life is strange,,,
it teaches us to walk and smile in sunrise,,
One day so it happens
from the road of roses it sweeps us to the river of deserts..
and gifts us with rolls of thorns,,,
we cry, we shout, and even dip to silence of night,,,
though life flows on its own..
and finally one day
it carries us again to the banks..