I am not a book to be read
I am the word within to be understood
I am not dust but the sand of the time
Dry, floating and making sand dune
With the natures tune.
I am not for me but for others
Though money matters all
I also desire, name and fame
Ways are different, not game
I am loser always a loser
Yet a victorious,
I walk on the sword
I rest on flowers
I love even snake
Time is no bound for me
I keep time under my feet
I welcome the dusk of my life
I will play with the fife
I will descend into darkness
Unto light I will strife
I am the word within to be understood
I am not dust but the sand of the time
Dry, floating and making sand dune
With the natures tune.
Beautiful poem, perhaps one of your best! So you are much more than you appear before the world! Enjoyed and a10 for this great write!
sand of time, wonderful, I am to be understood, fine. I love it, my dear poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are what you are and not a story to be told. Your strengths lies in what you are truly capable of being. Time has placed no limits on your life. Always dancing to your own tune. Good.