With my images
Sketches on my body
I mix my tomorrow
With my today
I am heard
By the greater being
Once more
In the corner
Of the emptiness
I mourn the season
Of flowers and larks
In prison for years
In centuries when life
I had
I waste when I look back
A waste when I look forward
What if my life in minutest
Measure is not with you
When we meet
I see you grown
By decades
Alas but for the lost times
I shall count on fingers
The very few occasions
I have been together with you
Make the tectonics break the distance
Tonight my heart in remembrance of the love
Shall it take life but to give life to the love
Endless suffering is the destiny for you
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In prison for years In centuries when life I had I waste when I look back.. very fine poem. tony
''waste when I look back A waste when I look forward''...by just these lines, sufferings are already visible.... wrds written in short lines are more attractive to readers...cheers....a very excellent writes...my gosh....i like this... naizz
oh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Heart squeezing emotion.....loved it! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Exquisite