I ride my ramshackle bicycle that has no seat to rest my skinny buttocks well.
This thorny road is not easy to go and I scared that anytime I get a tyre puncture or cut.
Along the road I found cemeteries and these dumb tombs never talk.
You could see only their dates of birth and burial and what else?
To a faraway friend only in dreams I have seen him
And he looks like me a sad face but a strong heart?
Nimal this is an excellent poem - you pen your frustration with great skill and your own unique and recognizable way with words. Always a pleasure to read your poetry. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching. Strength for the journey, my friend. I pray for your enlightenment. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra