Crashing into icy waves,
as I swim through your veins.
Each frigid beat reminds me,
I'll never wash away these stains.
The ebb and flow I meet here
are certainly doing their part.
They might just convince me
that you still have a heart.
Blessed are the heartless,
Heart-broken they'll never be.
But I keep swimming hopeful
that there's still hope for me.
A very wonderful poem with a very strong message of continuous struggle and effort in acquiring anyting. Hope never dies indeed.......10
i came to this site as some wretched old dying person..but now I feel I m bit alive though..cause I v found some good friends in such a short time 'But I keep swimming hopeful that there's still hope for me' and I try to swimm too..but when I see the heavy waves that's gona crash in to me I feel bit bad...feel afraid.....anyway thanks ma'am for the words of inspiration 10++
fabulous written composition in a couplets form.............10+++
a pinching love poem sweetly written, where the writer's skill is manifest. shan mark 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
broken hearts are better as they have seen tatter for they know what lost love is for that matter, what love could be they dont swim in hope through eternal darkness they grope in search of light, and sun rays bright so have a heart, no matter how broken keep it with you, as love's token your poem is marvellous..............it gives roshni to everyone