Don’t hold me tight
We are crossing zero!
Let’s forget
Mind was on mind.
Hands grows old
Coldness is increasing
Up to decease
Love lies like old cat!
We are demanding for
The smell of new hands!
Zero is the end of
Desire!
there is a new concept in your poem i try to get to. will read more. keep on ashraful.
like everything else in life, love dies love grows to naught, in case it was only a mere incident, a habit like hands touching without holding in this poem love doesn't hold i like this poem better
'...Let’s forget/Mind was on mind....' This line alone 'makes' the poem, but the rest of it sends the mind reeling in a whirlwind of wonder. You have almost exclusively let the 'picture tell the story', which is a lot of what rhymeless, English-language poetry is all about. But, 'Mind...was on mind': says more than any poem can say, tho i do appreciate the effort to say it.
easy words but wd depth in thoughts.............. only the who experiences can well describe. regards.
it is as some one takes his thoughts from his mind by his hands and places them before us... very easy to read but very mush difficult to say! ! ! just love! ! 10.. Ali
starting from zero and zero is the end....a very well written poem ashraf.....10/10
Carefully chosen shards of meaning combined to great effect. Wisdom and experience both selectively at work. Worth rereading and taking time over. A fine poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a perfect poem i ever read, certainly, loving to the beloved is not conquering the will, it it flows... a free to live.... a distance that hold....that only the heart can feel 10 point for this poem..thank you