They call me names,
They call me poet.
I am a simple fragment,
Of a forgotten thought,
Searching its essence
in the vagrancy of a pool of cognition.
Searching its roots in the consciousness of the universe.
I am lively,
but empty.
I neither live nor exist;
I am, I was and I will be.
another beautiful write mr.sarvesh, while reading your poem I remembered one I wrote ' Far Away '....thanks
The birth of an entity before its finality is the largest conscious effort towards the success of recognition that belies it eventfully. Love your poems, very dear to the heart.......I enjoy your work, arya
Nice poem with a confusing conclusion, still that it is a beautiful piece. I love it and added 10.
I am a simple fragment, Of a forgotten thought, gr8 tht.....10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a simple fragment, Of a forgotten thought, - What a great line. You have a style all your own and I really enjoy your works.