Sometimes the song dies in me
Days weigh heavy on my spine
The heart sighs for no reason
The colour drains from my vision
I feel like lying all day long
Under a blanket in cocoon form
Away from all bright lights
Away from all familiar sounds
My body and soul in need of rest
Lie silent till refreshed
Then slowly the cocoon I break
And emerge bright as a butterfly
My body and soul in need of rest/Lie silent till refreshed.....Many times a poet feels helpless to find words to pen. This happens to every poet! Your break carries pragmatic expression....so real! Loved reading this beautiful indigenous poem! (10)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the title also. catchy. ;) bri