Even I don’t know
Vacuum that has filled
My already empty life
But after the sunset
When birds return and sit in nests
Giving warmth to all those under the wings
Protecting them from the harsh cold
Under the open sky
On a branch of tree
Leafless and open
When all sleep
After the work of day
Dreaming the joys
Of the days to come
I get out and sit
Under the countless stars
My silence talks
Of company, I am no more with.
I long for that
But to be back
Seems impossible.
I think we are more by 'us' when our silence talks.................a verse written in reverie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such blues are fleeting! They will soon pave way to robust life! Young lives are not to be lost in gloomy broodings! Fill the vacuum with meaningful thoughts and pursuits! Powerful verse! !