A deep sigh!
The crawling time spits back,
Eyes wither, crumbles between,
The endless memories,
Played over and over!
And the despicable sight,
Of a life, like a bound book,
And its loosen bind!
Pages flying around aimless,
The perfect chaos,
To ponder in and out,
I hear an unknown sparrow sing,
For life that has not lost,
God!
My hands are empty!
My voice is broken!
My mind is torn!
Between my dreams and goals,
Between my faith and state
Between my self and face!
I'm sorry!
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If I had a choice I wouldn't!
but the choice is not ours just keep your magic box open delivering beautiful poems and we will continue to read
.... And yet another death poem is in your mind! Be dynamic Aswath for a little longer and go for a subdued outlook at these fantasised woes queuing up somewhere. About turn!
And the brave is one who firmly has power to remove the gap b/w abstract and concrete. but often it occurs...nicely presented poem of your static feeling :) keep on sharing
Engulfing despair! Often we feel like this.You expressed your the then feelings nicely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hear an unknown sparrow sing, For life that has not lost, ... this is a good sign in a bleak world...at least a sparrow sings, at least there is some life that is not lost! Stasis is defined as a state of stability in which all forces are equal and opposing, therefore they cancel out each other...it is not all negative...but the post script is noteworthy! ! !