I sat alone and friendless near a pool
The breeze was tender and cool
I could hear foot steps behind me
I refused to the impulse to glance and see
Does it matter who is passing by?
Life was a knotted matte, I sigh!
A dislodged pebble rolled into the stillness
Ripples formed recurrent in fullness
I watched silent........
ripples my image dent
patience alone could make a change
I must simply wait with out rage..........
For could one science deny?
Or refute the Lords will? neigh! !
All happens as destined perhaps
I once again into amicable silence lapse
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem