Look O, traveller
Before dying
Put your dreams
In the care
Of wind and water
I will make words out of dreams.
From the grime of your corpse
I will come to grow flowers!
(Translated by Samina Amjad)
O, Wise Poet, your words are listened with aged dreams left abandoned, neglect of care, friendship sails, un blown of wind upon treasured waters Grime, interment is but Earth's cleansing, Bequeath be this poesy of Love and Peace, Immortal are gifted flowers' fragrance, We are indeed, all travelers on a - Bon Voyage for an Eternity -Deserving collaboration, for your excellent, in-depth felt, spiritual poem ...louie levy Thank you for your review of my, 'A Black Rose' Sir, I am deeply touched,
Excellent. So short and yet filled to the brim with depth. H
Really beautiful words, full of hope and promise. Best wishes, Andrew
Thank you for writing such a beautiful poem, full of peace.
A dream of a poem...following natures path showing we all help to push up daises! said more tactful ofcourse, ++++10 regards
u`ve already made and they r wonderful. thx for sharing ur dreams and words
The images in this poem are creative and thought-provoking. You manage such honesty of vision and economy of words, my friend.
It is possible to esteem somehow this and another in the original?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought provoking and very original. Creatively written and deep. A poems poem. Thank you for sharing :)