Pump my heart and nimble legs
With strength to wait and stand
Right through the summers blaze,
Until spring returns to the land.
Undo the pain thy leaving time
Unbreak my splintered heart
Return to me my pen and rhyme
For the good when you depart.
Tamper me not, nor do mock
Play not the deception game
Smash not the mould set in rock
I may be weak, my will is not lame.
Let thy rains lash and storm
And sweep my dreams away
I shall ricochet and reform
I may stumble, but give up nay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i hail the confidence good will and positivity projected inside this piece...well written well structured poem Seema...10