Beginning the day with difficulty
No access was allowed
Old pensioners were waiting
Under the tree
That had lost its leaves
To age and sun
Limbs were like the shoots
Roots and stems
The day did not have the blessing
Some cold demeanor
That man looked at me with surprise
When I was talking to my self
An anticipated argument
To sub humanity if to live
Human reactions shall take
Life ruthlessly
Into higher pitch of existence
I felt relieved when deprived
Of all my connections with outer world
How can I love you
When you ask for a pledge
That is beyond my capacity
12/6/2009
yeh nice real love is only to give never expect anything in return lovely write -10 anjali
love asks not only gives.................atleast i think so.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
higher pitch of existence, good writing, thanks.