Buried in blue and yellow,
Beneath fire blankets
And a bold maroon comforter,
One sheet lumped in a corner,
I am just warm enough
To be unselfishly conscious
Even of my own thoughts…
Absent of physical strain,
Tired, I try to focus
While holding my magic pen,
Which carries a precious secret?
But it floats away
Like music once it passed
The secret way
While going out preserved,
Totally undisturbed…
Suddenly, I heard a loud voice
This seemed to remove the distance,
Perhaps, it was my soul,
Speaking to me of worthy things
Or urging my heart to be willing…
Now, I am seeking more
Than hiding behind my weariness,
Looking into the darkest bright,
Seeing riddles hidden in my soul
And questioning at the same time
My broken and stubborn heart,
Why do you still refuse
To reconcile with my eased mind?
No answer precipitates the air
Breathing this weary poet…
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Wow it sounds very amazing. I really love it, perfect 10+++ great work Sir. Go on Sir I wait every poem of yours anxiously :)
All poets and artists are truly amazing. Such a diverse group we are. Beautiful writing, I enjoyed this one greatly. I look forward to buying a copy of your book one day.
This is a beautiful piece, all of your works are so fantastic, this poem being among the best, good luck with the publishing of your book!
Really, a lovely poem...I've added this poem to the collection I'm preparing for my students next year....if you would allow me to use it to demonstrate how poets present themselves in writing.... Peace to you too Sir...
Congrats....and I wish you can find success in your book... Oh i have also made my booklet....So i dont post poems where again... It good read your work poet
Thankyou for the comment you left me. i found it to be a necessity to admire your own writings, and i must say that i was amazed and inspired instantly. please continue with your work. best wishes.
really awesome poem ~Romeo ^^ you are a very sharp observer of your life and yourself...passions on the poems are just amazing and seem ageless...sensitive heart towards the floating images that are around you~~~you are destined to be a great poet! ! ! My best wishes for your book ~~
Wow, it's an amazing poem.A weary poet is a courageous poet, but when he lose his courage, his soul'll tell the worthy things to him, that's the strength of a poet..it's a great poem...top marks 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic wirte, Romeo. The voice gives a fantastic turn to the poem and then your heart lagging a bit behind. Really marveloud images in this very well written poem.