Imagine
And try thy best to imagine
Nothing harms, except a poignancy of thoughts in the mist of a cloud of concentration
As if drunk'n with all the wines that you can devour
For a moment
Looking a far yet so near
Thou son of thy God
Into thy very heart
Imagine
And try thy best to imagine
That anything and everything thou possess will come to an end one day
In one moment of a destiny
Thou son of thy God
What will remain?
Imagine
And try thy best to Imagine
what will remain?
A flame that is untouch'd
A desire that is unfinish'd
A dream that is unrealize'd
A love that is devot'd
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem