My love sings
As you ring
In early morning
To wish me good morning
I wake up to hear the bell
Hat sound so nice to tell
I am back in real world
You have really bowled
As artists are moody
I have set pen already
The moment I go deep
I am unable to think more and keep
I flow with time
That takes me sometimes
Far away from reality
I am missed with presence in totality
I miss world
I myself go out of fold
No one enters my heart chamber
It is very hard to remember
So your complaint is genuine
I am not aligned to your tune
I am in deep love and truly feel
The profession of being an artist really kills
I shall try to address
And admit on face
That artistic way life is different
Person goes in blank area and not at all present
great poem Leila McLeod2 minutes ago this is very pretty and I enjoyed reading it, thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
welcome JaiRam Tiwari, Just now · Unlike · 1