Every thing is against me
Even this blue pen.even this white notbook
I don’t want to write but
Something inside me consist on to continue writing
What is it?
Is it love?
Is it something that I experience just when im a young person?
Is it something that give shining to the moon?
Is it the mystery of the red ros?
Is it the reason of my unknown feeling
When I see sunset?
Yes it is love!
Something that is mixed with my blood
The reason of my writing
The reason of my life.
The love forces your to live with nature and to be natural; love forces you to survive with your inside goodness and to be the real you are; love insist you to be the reason of eternal life; nice to read the poem
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Tabasom
What is it? Is it love? Is it something that I experience just when im a young person? Is it something that give shining to the moon? Is it the mystery of the red ros? great expressions of love .. fine poem. thank you. your philiosophy of life comes to forshine.. dev
Is it the mystery of the red ros? the answer...... yessssssss it is the mystery of who you are...... meditate on yourself and the sense of this mystery grows and you write poetry....... thankyou for this reflective poem. tony
'Is it the reason of my unknown feeling When I see sunset? Yes it is love! ' - Well said! Your poem is nice, expressive of inner feelings. If you want to know my thoughts on love, please read my poem 'Love Is'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice, expressive words there tabasom! ! ! : D Keep writing! !