When would the persistence to seek you
In every silhouette shall concede,
When would a smile bring joy?
And be not a mask that agonies hide
When would pain
Meander through every vein
When would heart be home?
And I may born again.
Would you ever go astray?
To cross my ways
'Would you ever go astray? To cross my ways ' I can wait for that! excellent poem, rehan...
'and be not a mask that agonies hide' - blinding line, Rehan. You're very good, do you know that? HG: -) xx
Sure when the earth is transformed into a heaven through the noble deeds of men!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ohh my dear... I am just in this point of wondering now... Such a pain isn't? When we can't find the answer, when all we have is time to wait for that moment when the heart get to that consens with mind... We know, we understand, we are clear, with mind and logic... but our heart is still in the same first point... looking for this person, feeling still in remains the smell, the sense, the color, the flavor... still in our body, still in our bed, still in our heart, still in our life... Oh Rehan! What a difficult place this which you describe so well, and I am living so well too... thanks for sharing and for touch my deep inside in this way!