Let me put the words
What I feel atleast
This moment for thee…
The blooming saffrons
Ever tiding river waves;
The rumbles of wood
in my room,
dull light around,
one learns I'm never a groom!
No…no…no..I'mnt a poet! !
Far away from my villa
World cheers riches;
Will a street highness
note a boy passes on
with hands to lend on
him with heart beyond
Contempt than content?
No…no…no…I'mnt against the world! !
God always took me
to the lines of need
Bad always moved me
to the paths without need;
Where am I?
may be always in dark
with no mark of jerk in life!
NO...no...no...I'mnt a philosopher! !
The airs near my ears
mix up with, sounds
across shores, withers of leaves
while raining; welcome
hands to beat drums; even play piano!
NO...no...no...I'mnt a musician! !
Alas! thin shades of grief
approach me more
that she smiled at me
to my simper!
I call her angel of death
for...she drills away mirth..
NO...no...no...I'm......He is no more...! !
I am the dwarf who completes saying 'he is no more'.
I always stand beside his book when he starts writing.
He is... what he says he is not..!
I slowly.... took away the book that is under his face....
closed his eyes...peace in HEAVEN! !
love the personality of this. This went on my favorite poems list
I'm genuinely impressed by the way you tend your words. A v.much cherished piece of yours. I loved it
Brilliant poem Swetha, your wording is superb and the is just fantastic...well penned poem...keep it up. Siya_! !
Swetha vvr, 'He is... what he says he is not..! Shall we take the same in your case? but do not keep the under the face and then close his eyes...Hard to imagine..Any way I enjoy reading your poems. Good Luck to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh! very classic! ! ! so marvelous, thank you for sharing this one The_African_Son