It's running its course,
the unfinished story of my life.....
having many untold secrets....
like the dark-clouds of the sky..
but my pains taking my heart by storms
I've no other way to go on now...
My heart wished to be in a shelter
I'm a refugee-bird in the face of world.....
and they're trying to go at my nest.....
As I'm alone with my memories...
Of my unfinished life.....
I wandered for peace..
Like a nomad with his footprints...
I wanted for to be in love...
With my childish heart...
And these are the memories,
Of my unfinished life....
And those pains are still like a cloud;
Standstill and above my sorrow's hill....
Without letting my tears to shower
In the face of this world.......
very skilful lines, Rose - the poem draws the reader into its mood and emotion...enjoyable read
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow amazing Rose, like an Innocent lonesome child's whine! loved the comparison's used! ! ! ! !