No one will ever come
To show her love to me
I am the river now and
Will remain a river forever
Leaf will not give me shade
Flowers are not for me
To offer at dawn when
Clouds slip away to horizon
No one will come to
Offer me the moon when
My hours will be draped
In the shroud of ignominy
Stop this shouting like
Foxes chasing a live prey
I am not in a mood to be
Loved and sleep in peace
No man is an island, wrote John Donne many years ago. How true. We are all connected, one way or another. You may sit in the dark, all by yourself, but eventually someone will stumble over you and be made aware of your presence. Anyone can sit under the tree and enjoy its shade, and flowers are for everyone to pick and enjoy. You need only reach out for them. A touching poem.
That's a very nice compliment. Thanks for support. Feeling inspired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully painted the picture of dejection. liked it. keep it up dear. Stay blessed
I am glad you liked it. Thanks for giving your time. Regards.