You may live in depression,
As long as you want.
But give me the life,
Which I declared in your living.
Give me the days,
Give me that sunrise,
For nobody but you,
Can give me the answers.
Yes I know the spent years,
With your kins and wings,
From left to the right,
Where nothing went right to write.
No one can oppress,
The emotions you express.
For the wild in you,
Could be the best for rest.
My lady of expression! !
This living calligraphy,
In my hands will never meet,
I know never this beautiful.
Should I say the but,
Only for me,
You may live and smile too,
And this is it, if it is the last.
Dedicated to the one whom my calligraphy exists.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar
Dated: 22/07/2018
Humble write.... poetic expression is so candid! Appreciated...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, I think you might have written this with full of feeling.. and picturing some one special in your mind My friend Time is the best Healer.