To mend that imperfct line,
I look for words again,
A lost poet tries hard,
To dip his love in colors of pain.
If words ever mattered,
I would have found a way,
You walk over those tottered pages,
Where my afraid dreams lay.
My heart beats in stern silence,
I care not for the blessed rhyme,
I have lost my song,
In the noise of indifferent time.
I still love for the sake of love,
And love talks in broken sighs,
Have you noticed the blood,
In my two smiling eyes.
Desperate to lose it all,
I walk to the edge of dark,
I fought hard with life,
My wounds remain open and stark.
To mend that imperfct line,
I look for words again,
Why write a poem for you,
My words are destined to go in vain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem you did well.