When the world falls asleep
Many short dreams will reap
Forgetting about all its weep
It calms the beat in its sleep
At that time my poems leap
Words come from my deep
Its a pain of a heavy steep
Which no one likes to keep
Or even likes to have a peep
So words flown off to sweep
It made my writes to heap
That made me stop to creep
Slowly my pain too got seep
By sound of my words beep
It tells I am his special sheep
if sleepless nights make you write, then let it be for we need your poetry. a ten
if sleepless nights make you write, then let it be for we need your poetry. a ten
a reflective poem ripe...a special adoration...so sweet and inspiring lines... beneath your heart....thank you my dear and lovable friend....a 10 +++
wonderful meditative poem, lovely rhymes............10+++++++
Hey I specially loved your last two lines.. Kinda brought a smile to my face.. Not many writes rhyming poetry these days.. Yet it adds lot to the flow or the rhythm of the poem..Good.. cheers Shan
a wonderful poetry shared all rhymed from beginning to end........Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rhymes at the end of sentences makes the poem