Profession,
Poet,
Forwarding address,
'No longer there'
A naked white sheet,
Of paper, so neat,
In my face,
Does stare!
Gone the glorious phrases,
Put together like no other,
Beautified like child by mother,
And conceived in Heaven's chatter,
I go back and seem to gather,
Floating petals from a rose,
That does not know where it goes,
Swept by winds of make believe,
To imaginary Nations,
Where there is no longer feeling,
Far from all the deep temptations,
Gone is all the Inspiration,
What a pity, what a pity!
But your place will not be taken,
And your Alter will be there,
With the rose that was forsaken,
And my heart torn in despair.
Oh, dear! Not a pity, not a pity! Life is still, so much pretty. If there is, something amiss, Hold the petal and give it a kiss.
floating petals are alive in the imagination of the poets....we catch them and re-creates for others even when we are empty...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully written Sandra. With supportive comments from Khairul and Prasanna. So many of us are hindered by sadness but we must walk on. X Again... These words are truly beautiful. Thank You