Winds of reminiscence
Flows over me
The umbrella of evening embraces the transitional cart
I carry the unseen thread to my tenderfoots
Smoke of exhausting reverie reflect in my eyes
Oh the chaos of dreams and memories
I am unable to perceive myself in the mirror of unfinished hope.
(c) raju baruah 6th june'10
very nice.... great artistic lines... nice flow.. short and tasty cheers sat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘I am unable to perceive myself in the mirror of unfinished hope.’ Maestro…beaut…gloss…beaming…that’s my comment Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10