Thirst is never quenched,
by distant vision of the water,
It burns like a desire,
Consumed, and contracted,
With blazing of time,
You may trim the clay of hopes,
from outcast of ambitions,
and days to return empty handed and worn.,
making fallen leafs your,
Only ornament,
Fate is. a street boy,
crying over broken toy,
Your silence,
meant for confession,
unwanted sins,
dragging weary feet,
on bend of street,
Just with homeless and,
wayward love.
What a great way to put your emotions nd feelings in words its really outstanding u rocks
Deep and meaningful.. beautifully captured essence of love
Love never ends if it is love, because its origin is pure in one's heart. So how can it be homeless? Rehana NAZLI
I am amazed at your genius and literary prowess to highlight almost all connotations that one could attach to this write...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ths poem made me cry