The light that burns darkness
Still sleeping above faint sky
World is splinted with woods
Steel is constructing mankind
Removing the portraits of life
They play the game of smoke
Happiness crossed terminator
Reddening my eyes with moan
Let me discover my reflection
On pupil of Your evident soul
Lift me up with Your firm arms
For staircase demotes to Hell
Tend my existing solitude and
Whisper, “It’s still not too late.”
Lift me up with Your firm arms For staircase demotes to Hell Tend my existing solitude and Whisper, “It’s still not too late.”.....yes, it’s still not too late. Hope him, he is at above and he may lift you up in his firm arms. A nice depicted poem that touches the heart and mind. Thank you dear Sanjukta for posting such a divine poem.....10
Divine poetry, Almighty will accept it gracefully and with Him nothing is too late either.................Sublime poem.Loved it.
Yes, i am around; so, try to discover your reflections. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hope runs the world stay blessed