I burn my poems.
I burn my boats.
To you I say:
"Please, go away! "
But you will come -
And I'll be yours.
I can't calm down.
I can't close doors.
I'm writing poems
And burning boats,
Throwing a stone:
"Leave me alone! "
But if you do,
I'll cry and die.
"I don't love you",
I tell. It's lie.
I have gathered all my poetry, And hurled it towards the burning sun A sacrifice I gladly make, If for just one day it keeps you warm I have burned my poems by deleting countless ones, in the same words of your poem, I was saying I don’t love you anymore to my poetry, I wish I hadn’t been so quick at deleting them, your poem is good and reminded me of myself
Leave me alone with my words Leave me alone with my pen Leave me alone with my note book Leave me, Leave me, Leave me after getting the healing power O I'm cast away Burned I'm on the flame of loneliness great 10++++
But you will come - And I'll be yours. I can't calm down. I can't close doors.............it is a lie...... such burning thoughts expressed so well in poetic spirit........ very nice poem tony
Dear Madam, I can see the confusion for you to write a poem.I like the last line___{I don't love you} I tell, its a lie. Regards, Manohar Bhatia.
A heartfelt poem and i can feel the mixed emotion you struggle with by reading your lines...nice work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good expression of feelings showing the inevitable importance of writing poems for a poet.Thank you