My poems, perhaps reach you no more,
My words come back from your door,
Unread and unheard.
I pick them up, can't look at their eyes,
Set them free, to fly away to the skies,
My eyes get blurred.
My messages, too, are welcome no more,
They are not eagerly awaited, as before,
With as much ardor.
There is no way that I can call them back,
As their voyage was on a one way track,
So, they'll wait in the harbor............
Of 'The Ocean of Love'!
Messages and passages! ! ! Sages of love and life; Still waiting! On stage with the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I sincerely hope your poems and messages and feelings do not have to wait in that vast 'ocean of love' for too long a time. This poem touches the heart and soul, beautifully.
Thank you so much, @Connie Yost. I am glad to know that the poem touched you. I do not see any poem in your page. Where have they disappeared?
Thank you, @Ebi Robert, for your comment. Much inspired by your appreciation.
very stirring poem...longing me very..nicely done 10/10
Thank you, @Musfiq Us Shaleheen, for your appreciative comment and generous rating of the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passionate. Clear. Perfect! I really liked it. Despite the fact that it's short, the message is clear. A ten from me!