Days and nights swing
In the maze of morning's wing
drip vines and timeless threads
pain on sleepless mossy beds
Toss, worn out smudged days
Afloat on endless vacant ways
amidst a soulless empty yawn
Await a far off kindled dawn
This is a small but beautiful poem Saadat.....and all good things come in small packages they say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow thats really good