As I walk into the footprints of known unconcern
Concerned unknown from the legions remembering
Of those golden voices in my solitude of mid-summer
I stuck up for a moment with little tired bloods in hand.
when I browse through the tears of their toil wistful
across the winds of days lost-achieve dispossessed
The nostalgia raucously recoils over their walks
And the folds of beauty of the gets embittered.
I peep into creek of reconciliation sitting by side
of earthly man and matter in and around in-between
I falter to follow the patterns of blood or dust together
In searching summer or winter of tempered zones.
When I wish someone with little smiles in askance
I wonder to see their promises and portraits hung
Across the walls of silence beyond and beneath
with their love and hatred perplexed and entwined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it, nice poem.the poem is heart touching.Thanksgiving for sharing.10++++