You have no time to write they say
For you can lay no claim to fame
What do I say to a busy world
Where fragments live in oblivion
Cycles live on paper and mirror
And poets stand together
There is no space to fill pages
With age old tales of joy and pain
I only preserve a memory on pages
Of tides and times that rose and fell
The soul it paints the same colour
On every page where light floods
Some say that there is a mirror here
But no object to reflect upon
But I see a mirror on the mirror
And in between stands a reader
A fantastic poem my friend. Vaakkuakalkk nalla kanam und. THookki nokkiyal muthalum und. Oru yathartha vaayanakkaranu swantham manassu, parichu kodukkuka ennathanallo oru saahithyakaarante dharmam! Ethirpukalum illaymayum maathramulla ee lokathil alpamengilum nanmayude nanutha ormakal pakaraan thaangalkku kazhiyatte ennu njan aashamsikkunnu. Nanni
great poem, i like the idea mirror can reflect anything, even if it just a mind really enjoy to read it i invite you to read my Btoken Mirror i feel it has same idea of this poem
Great poem it reflects the thoughts that appear in the deepesdt part of ourselves and our spiritiuality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fine argument. It would be more clear if mirror set against the mirrorNature one mirror; the poet another from which the reader grasps the recesses of society.