It's raining outside
Lines are so methodical
But the lane is not symmetrical
My vision is so blurred
I can detect its end
But in the long way my vision is blurred
Its origin is out my persistence
My visual just a bright sky above
There in the glee its darkness fumigate
It moves in the shades of the fathom
My vision is blurred to find its origin
Beyond my anguish it's not a pedigree
All stampede daze in the sanctum
It all tender in the lap of the earth
New start that stew to the heights
But my vision so blurred for a gaze at
Still it moves on its system
Though my vision is blurred for this time! ! !
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Very beautiful poem Salini. Very true said, sometimes in the long way my vision is blurred..Things takes a leap forward but my vision remains blurred this time. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
World is running on the physical laws framed by the nature, many things we see clearly and understand but there are many where our vision is blurred. A nice write.................10