Crossed the river with broken heart
Buckled it with the threads of time.
Thoughts when flew into my breath
Tears went rolling down my pen,
Relieving my heart from extreme twinges.
Feet got impaired as I progressed
While the heartbeats in past dead wood
Wanted to ponder and yonder.
Shabby memories opened its eyes in slumber
While seasons fell off one after another!
© 2016 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights reserved.
Memories that bring smiles are forgotten when someone makes us laugh, but memories that bring tears in eyes are never forgotten, such memories accumulate, and tears do not know the poor heart has a limited space and it will burst. How much it can inflate!
Tears do remove the twinges of pain borne in our hearts! An excellent poem delivered with exceptional economy of words. 'Shabby memories opened its eyes in slumber While seasons fell off one after another! ' - Beautifully expressed!
Beautiful lines ma'am. It requires true genius find beauty in pain and express it so wonderfully well.loved it☺
Crossed the river with broken heart Buckled it with the threads of time- - - - - - - - - an extraordinary and apy use of the word buckled. . Tears went rolling down my pen- - - - - - - - - - -now that is as neat a metaphor as can be found! ! ! Exceptional line .......................................................................Well done! ! ! ,
Sad memories keep surging in our mind, causing a flood of tears! Unfortunately happy memories won't linger for long and are easily forgotten!
Tears went rolling down my pen nice line mam.Thanks for sharing mam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic penmanship on memories. It is an enjoyable poem. Thanks for sharing....10