Winds paving the way or dancing their way
Yet i pose a dumb face to it,
Tunes trying to encircle my mood
But I put a stiff face,
The characters in my life expect smile
Yet i long the rope of distance,
The nature hitting on me with its appeal
And I close my observing part,
Something good is devising a way for me always
And I complain always,
It is Killing or isn't it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice musing poem! Wondering is gud. Nice to read u again. Keep writin.