Ages hymned events in every breathe.
Witnessing them have I turned stale
Wisdom engaged in meditation profound
Within my layered chest for ages!
Latches, Locks, Key holes,
Grooves and gaps all got blocked.
Imaginations mated passions,
Nature witnessed silent aging.
Trapped up thoughts and moods
Remained floated on time-tides,
Until the inner flood broke out
And gush Into cultures varied!
Knowing not the depth of chests
Do Man still toils weighing rusts.
Desire to save infinite knowledge is almost everyone have, but usage of it to proper extent, an undone task yet. agree with u, it rusted & forsaken by people like us...great job sir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hi Tajudeen, nice work. Have posted mine too, at last.