Hurting my life
death comes
every beauty
it kills untidy
I dress up
colourful and gay
just the thought of the day
kills every singing spray.
suddenly it stops
from stilling tops
every action ends
reacting surrounds
when I pen
I do frown
my name is nothing
my reading is failing
after years of travel
you reach at the marvel
that journey teaches you the art
of landing upon at the very start
if it is not the distance
travelling teaches you wisdom
of living a life without rum
just to exist and vanish to mum.
they are not my roses
seeded by my hands though
they are not my lines
from somebody's book copied crimes...
These are such perfect and luminous lines: after years of travel you reach at the marvel that journey teaches you the art of landing upon at the very start
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have penned really great words down.