My Days Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
My Days
are chiseled out
of the void.
soothsayers
are exhausted of
their ominous predictions.
finally,
the venomous tip
of the arrow
finds its target,
my dreams bleed.
Top score for the powerful expression and ominus predictions. But I would not like it to be true for anyone.
Excellent poem that speak of ominus predictions. Hope the venomous tip of the arrow is erased and dreams do not bleed. Powerful yet sad poem dear Poet.
As always, Geeta, you back me with all your heart. I cherish this friendship. This camaraderie is what poetry is all about.
There are millions like you whose dreams are bleeding. Fabulous poem.5****
Thank you Dr Nehal. I am so happy that you are in the same boat as I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Very inspiring observations, Geeta. Thank you