Sun Set Poem by sekharan pookkat
Sun Set
Laying in a closed room
Looking through the window
Watching trees, birds, squirrels
And passengers on the road
Was not a novel feeling to me?
But now I love it ever than before
Several needles pinned in my body
Nowhere is empty
Sedatives never relief pain
Other than keeping into unconscious
Eyes becomes two fireballs
Lungs refuse to inhale
And deep breathe again give pain
Sight diminish cloudy
Songs of birds
Chills of squirrels
Leaves of trees
Flowers and bees
Are now dear to me
In this glorious sun set
The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. this is the first poem i read from since i got better i am so happy i did so.......excellent sir well done
i am with needles too! ! ! And feeling better! Hope you too.
Such a sad tale, but the heart still struggles to see the beauty in the sunset, so that it can be savored...I struggle through much physical pain, on a daily basis, and found this inspiring me to push onward. Thank you for inviting me in. As always, dear poet, I wish you PEACE.
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4/22/2024 6:32:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
As we approach the evening of life, certain things become dearer to us than before! When we had our blood boiling in us, we had no time to watch Nature or its serene charms! A beautiful write! !