Memory craves;
for an undreamed
dream
For that moment
in infinity of time
That never came
or went by
This desire;
fraught with naught
Has become:
What ever I have
ever been
I wake up to
Its sunless warmth
Dance to its
unsung melodies
No icon
I could chisel
To glorify it
Yet it fills
my heart
With ecstasy
of
Submission!
yeah, at the end of the show desire is alwz fraught with naught...isn't it, rehan?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem with nice ending 10++