'Tis the perfect time to remember
O, I recall all to this December
Those burning embers
Of my smouldering souls' chambers;
The lost dreams,
The lorn-affections,
And those leprous hopes,
They turn'd my eyes dark
And part'd their slumber.
Like a loafer I wander'd for piece of loaves
And I wished the peace from th' shade of leaves
All I need is a tabernacle to immure;
The wounds of my past life,
And the pains of my future life;
I need a cure,
From all the incurable scars,
And the stanchless tears:
As I always await a lure;
A lure of bright light
In my e'ery dark night,
And I always await for that
To go up my life in my own gait,
From the beginning of every New Year
Or bring my life to bear;
In e'ery day of my life's sphere.
O Lord, unto thee, I lift my soul;
Fill now my heart's bowl!
Bless me with majestic dreams,
Gift me a dearie with chaste love,
And bless us with shoreless hopes.
O Lord, unto thee, I lift my soul;
Fill now my heart's bowl!
excellent poem... it depicts authentic longing... and has some excellent word and rythym for the most.
beautiful really...i have just read this one..liked it..good composition
Fashionable write with a wonderful modest mood. Glad to have read it!
Fashionable write with a wonderful modest mood. Glad to have read it!
u write pretty gud, i mean great command on words. jus 1 thing, d 2nd last line, is it meant 2 be load?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think the poem is more of a narration than expression