Frustrated thoughts are on the way
Momentum a far destiny
A friction that cannot shield
Stock of throb that vote the destiny
Peep to next that regulate the lost
Hail to degrade the kindred
Pain of loss that purple the ouch
It hurts the beat of breathe
Oppressed thoughts that blow the margin
Need to close for its flow
It will burst and rule it today
But next may be an incense of hope
That lead to next and to the next
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
''But next may be an incense of hope That lead to next and to the next'''' these 2 lines sums up the poem.. hope to read more poems in days to come..next..next... thanx, yr poetry n philosophy go hand in hand, , though it is often said..poetry ends where philosophy begins' :) now u the trend-setter, thanx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A philosophic poem, liked it.