Those days are lost forever, to the depths of the past
While the tide of memories, will bring them back,
Oh a pity, that I belong to the shore called today‘
While I can just watch the sea, which stretches beyond my reality,
Once I am washed away by the tidal wave of death
I will be reborn in an unknown shore
While the tide from my past, will then return as dreams;
Minutes are like, the flapping of wings,
Hours are like a feathers downward dropp
Years are like a birds onward flight
Through the endless sky, as we lose count,
Life is a stray bird
Which flaps its wings & drops feathers
To lengthen its onward flight
Through the seemingly endless sky of time.
Abhay I rated this one as well. I find this one insightful and intriguing at the same time. Nice work!
I thought this piece was lovely and mind provoking. Try my simple poem 'Skylark'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have compared time with a bird and you are writing with tinge of philosophy in your poems. I quote Omar Khayyam in comparison Bird of time has little way to flutter O the Bird is on the wing -KAVIN CHARALAN