A Question
No one rang, my doorbell is sleeping for past three days,
Are there some things of horrible ugly?
No one call me, My cell phone is resting for what, I don't know
And my laptop is inactive for the days and i-pod yet to work
I felt a total dark and believed thy mind has ruined -
How strange is it to believe the truth came from odd
For the fading of fame -my broken boyhood.
I saw the whole night with those silent windows
But no one knocking, especially thy lady, I loved
Only a wall clock voices has running in my room-
I am still on the bed and waiting for seconds minutes and hours
Are those gloomy thoughts of whole world rolled my mind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feeling no faith is also love. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.