How many days and nights,
I have stood on a leg,
On the brim of your thought,
To knock the tightly closed,
Door with a smack and a smile,
Saying all those wise tenets,
In repeat, thinking that I am,
Neglected and stranded in the cold,
Without knowing all my sufferings,
Are being watched, heard and enjoyed,
Using simply treacherous spy ware,
In between the shadow of your heart and myself,
I am standing on one of my legs,
While the other leg takes the rest,
Not knowing of your wickedness,
Wasted is my effort and innocence.
In between the shadow.. good write, thanks. Please read my poems and comment.
satire laden words point to the futility of idle worship, nicely crafted
I Love the title as well as the poem. good write ma'am. read my poems & comment. thanks.
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I would like to translate this poem
Marvelous poem. Life teaches a lesson when we loose innocence and eventually learn to cope with it. You have expressed an emotion beautifully.