Into the shallowness of my memories,
Between the wars of two heart halves
I craved for the eternal list of my life,
Which guaranteed my death and
Not my beloved's mirage.
I prayed and bowed, 'till
The sunrise and Sunglow'
I cried and beat my chest for the union
Had I known the time had yet
again traveled far away from my thought.
That night when the chill winter air,
Penetrating through my raw bones
Creeping my accomplishments to the heart,
I rose and Died a million times.
I could not breathe till I could resonate
Through my shadow
The touch, the feel, the encouragement
I resurrected from my false belief,
I touched your skin and died
A living.
A thoughtful write, Takbeer. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.
Thank you Jazib.It would be a pure bliss to dive into your thoughts.
Poignant rendition elegantly crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. A beautiful creation Takbeer. Remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It’s a sublime piece of work! You have chosen one of the most difficult form of poetry and executed it so well! Loved reading your expression: Creeping my accomplishments to the heart/I rose and Died a million times/I could not breathe till I could resonate /Through my shadow/The touch, the feel, the encouragement! I vote it with a 10