I too will freeze
be frozen
like snowy trees
you leave all
on the far banks
of the river alone
all wish to go along with you
like a sculptured stone
where's the mirror of thine
where in I can find
a face like mine
You are proficient poets
now all know
leaving most of us
along the river banks
on the opposite side to flow
none can without your help survive
it's no surmise
'tis the loser's enterprise
you swim back and do them surprise
You wrote this poem before with few changes in word present again in a new form. Very creative. Nice to see both versions.
where's the mirror of thine where in I can find a face like mine/// am a mirror where a reflection of inter-soul! - self existence being disappeared!
You have very well described the freezing cold along the riverside. I liked in fact your conceptualization of a successful person as reaching heights like river water leaving the banks behind but then she swims back to bank to make it revive. I'll see if some idea comes out of this imagination. Admirations.
Ups and downs come in the life with the changing weathers. Springs are ahead of a cold weather. A philosophic thought so nicely changed in a wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone has begun to experience the onslaught of winter and in some places it is already freezing cold! Well composed!