Don’t knock at my door
O Calm breeze, I am waiting
Memories of my dry leaves
Thou art manure! Sprouting
New leaves of life,
On the path of peace
I am bleeding, I strife
O my blur desire, I am waiting
Don’t lock me
Within the ambit of blindness
Nearing my dawn
Away from a single pawn
Between my eyes
Its rising
A golden bun
A beautiful sun
Don’t poke me, I am waiting
With door open
I want to breathe silently
Lungful bright rays of hope
Disturb me not, nope!
.. this is so beautiful... tried to write a poem on this theme but couldnt... yours is so wonderful
Nice thoughts... to be left alone sometimes allow self-refection mood!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is fine to read the entire poem, saying I want to breathe silently Lungful bright rays of hope Disturb me not, nope!