am not going to see you
till my eyes shut at last
am not going to embrace you
till my arms fall flat
am not going to hear you
till a total deaf i become
A PERSON MAY BE YOU ARE NOT
i only hope i don't leave with
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
a + or a - or a 0 or whatever
i only want to know one small thing
why was i born?
whom do i ask?
Sam there's so many questions for us to ask.....but how could anyone answer this....not here on earth...that's for sure.....All will be given to us when we reach beyond the gates.........everything we ever wondered...will be shown.....excellent piece my brother 10
flowing with very precious meaning... the idea of the thoughts and title is thought-of brilliantly a question that is always playing in every individual's mind... this is great..the thoughts....for reflections... 10++++ lovelots, Sam
some questions have baffled all. why ask so many, just live and savour each moment. very philosophical, all of us find ourselves at cross roads... Mamta
i know i shouldn't find this funny but it's true....it seems we're born to ask questions and we have to die to find the answers...! :)
It is the question of who you are and your very essense...sad to know that many of us here breathing on this world dont know who we really are...Nice structure and rhymes!
Very searching questions! ! ! ! You may please read my poem 'My questions' something near to this good poem by you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm also asking the same question, my friend. Let's ask God. Wonderful write! : -)