Don’t hold me tight
We are crossing zero!
Let’s forget
Mind was on mind.
Hands grows old
Coldness is increasing
Up to decease
Love lies like old cat!
We are demanding for
The smell of new hands!
Zero is the end of
Desire!
zero is hope for many end for many other it is a circle for few it is vicious for yet another fews. for, reading your poem, it is an imcompassing. holding things in their real holds. good read ashraf friend. best wishes to all my neighbours next border.
A very interesting poem that makes you think. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David
easy words but wd depth in thoughts.............. only the who experiences can well describe. regards.
it is as some one takes his thoughts from his mind by his hands and places them before us... very easy to read but very mush difficult to say! ! ! just love! ! 10.. Ali
starting from zero and zero is the end....a very well written poem ashraf.....10/10
Carefully chosen shards of meaning combined to great effect. Wisdom and experience both selectively at work. Worth rereading and taking time over. A fine poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
strange but makes alot of sense to me. very interesting reading it makes