Pains make me to stay,
What i know,
Is better understood.
On the the back of the walls,
There is another peril
growing in shadows,
and hours to sharpen the loneliness,
fears over run by day,
I am homesick,
On side of the road,
the crowd passes with silence,
having candles in daylight,
and nobody is to listen me
lines of comforts...words of hopes am sending to you...this piece is nicely done..
lines of comforts...words of hopes am sending to you...this piece is nicely done..
That what we call home, is not a physical place but a state of mind, we chase our memories and seek thar what's lost in dust of time. Your poem is beautiful and does bring to mind, the feelings of lonliness we confront every now and then, feeling all alienated amidst multitudes, lovely work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Home is the place of being at home.......sad yet fabulous imagery yo have shared!