I don't know about today.
I wake and wake to today.
I wake and wake to today.
I shake and shake til I quake.
I don't know about today.
I know not how many days.
I know not how many days.
I don't know about today.
I shake and quake in the days wake.
I don't know if I'll partake.
I don't know!
I don't know!
I don't know about today.
I don't know!
I don't know about today. I don't know! very fine and sensitive to your feelings and you are very honest in writing all that you feel.. thank u very much. dear poetess. tony
We are almost unconscious about our life but it will attain super entity when our consciouness is awaken. A very powerful and delightful write.
Every day is a mystery that may throw up surprises on its bents and curves. Though a certain circumstance may have prompted you to pen this poem, yet it holds good for all 365 days of the year. A good write.
eye-catchy title. one would first think that ur kinda hesitant being unable to declare ur true love emotions towards someone though it is a lovely and touchy poem. love it.........
I must admit, I was a bit concerned for you as I read this poem. I was relieved to read the 'poet's notes'. Thank goodness, it was only allergies. You expressed your feelings very earnestly as a true poet should!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have written from your heart. Care has to be taken in spelling and alliteration of better diction is expected. Wish you all the best ahead.