Sometimes,
My secs can't pass
in peace and time
presses me with its
heavy strides.
But, the atrocious
moment snatches
away my sense.
Because,
forgetting my
conscience, I acted
as the person,
who maltreated me
just to win over
him, I shouted!
When,
I become alone
with myself,
I feel shy
and ask me to
pardon me......
Then, Me and my shadow,
cry under the stillness
of night................
Shadows can't be trusted They sometimes are taller than us And when we feel busted They shorten or take a bus (good work - keep writing)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now this is called an uninterrupted flow of the stream of thoughts... one can identify the character with oneself... pleasant in reading/recital! ! !