My poems are my part,
They are my throbbing heart.
When I write them, I wish,
an honest poet's eyes
will bless them to be good
and true to life......
If, the holy souls
can't read, what is the
value of blooming emotion?
Rather, I'll sing the lullaby,
To make them sleep, in the
softest corner of my bleeding,
heart! I won't ever let them to be
in touch with the unholy air.
Because, they are my sacred prayer!
Oh! So true! A cute poem which touches the heart. Thank you.My best wishes for a great poet.
We all wish for our poems to be appreciated as they reflect what is inside our hearts - your poems are definitely good and true to life Nil, so don't fret over that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A remarkable piece indeed! Hope you are here to bear the torch of good poetic passion. Thanks for sharing Mr Nilangshu Das