The invisible man
Let him out
From the inner recesses of the soul
Buried deep inside
Let him out
Into the freshness of the pure morning air
From the stilled inner staleness
To breathe
The pure morning freshness
Enlivens the soul’s spirit
Encourages the invisible man
To come out and live again
Let out the invisible man into the
Pure morning freshness
I was checking people nearby option and stumbled on to you. Its a very nice poem you've written. just last semester I gave you my speaking skills test in which I told you about my Interest in fine arts but forgot about poetry so ma'm if you get a chance, do check my poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Shazia. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks