My fatigued eyes
seek my bed to sleep
to wake up early
the next day.
The assigned tasks
I'm bound to do,
allow me little
to take care of
me as a person.
My days go by,
as beads of a
garland of Time.
Still I dream,
for a new day,
with new promise.
The driving force
within leads me,
for a better horizon!
Geetha, I don't know what's going on here.Very mysterious.If anyone comments on my poem he/she is being attacked. Thanks friends to support me in my hard time.
Very positive flow of words from your pen. Yes, a new day begin with new promise. Loved it. I am not sure, I hope this comment reach you. As I cannot see the comment posted in your previous poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At times all we have are dreams at times it enough it seems Is this life more than a dream? Of that I am not sure are we water or just steam?