Fire of dissatisfaction on me
Delayed I to know myself
Yeah its justice I can't deny...
I walk on that street which ending is lost
I am stray beggar under this blue print sky
For myself learning symphony I can die
from shadow dawn to shadow dust, we crawl stumble through youth, muscle walk our way into maturity, then slow frail creep our way into old age, from darkness dust birth born into darkness dust death sleep
Danger! ! Lost! Cost of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
nice poem of the day.. it is endless drive, to survive... real 10
I walk on that street which ending is lost......which has no end. stray beggar symphony, death......... again your ability to express in a very original way.. than k u dear Mahtab. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Into Darkness Dust Death Sleep shadow dawn to shadow dust we crawl stumble through youth muscle walk our way into maturity slow frail creep our way into old age from darkness dust birth born into darkness dust death sleep Inspired by the poem 'I Can Die' by the poet MAHTAB BANGALEE. Dedicated to the poet MAHTAB BANGALEE.