Can I Call It As Poem Poem by v.m.saraswathy munuswamy
Can I Call It As Poem
It's aching of the soul
Quietly and swiftly
Fixing an identity
It's chanting and chatting
Of the mind
Memoirs are just memories
It's crying and flying utterances
Words doesn't matter
It's secrets and screams
Melted as a stream of thoughts
It's like a mirror
Reflects the heart
Scribbles it's art
It's record of passions
Time, moment, life and death
It's experiences and longings
Some are sad and happy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 4:20:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Memories! ! ! Nice piece of work.
It's long lasting, thanks