WINGs
The cry Of thy heart doth touch my scenes,
For tis you, thy eyes that melted
The froze heart ever mea to love or trust again
For the one I loved was never in vein
He whom I kindled with a childish heart,
He whom I knew would ever tear me apart,
He whom I trusted with all mighty heart
Winged away meant all alone to depart
My foolish trust that was painted with youthful love,
Ventured; did I as he voiced me as an “extension of is life”
My love remained in eternities blame,
My tear did awake our child’s fate
The morn of life the rebirth and fath reincarnation for love not yours did smile again.
Poet Shanika Paul
Graduate ALLI(International) U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem