My first words are forgotten
Just as the first step I took years ago
As the tire marks in the rear vision
fail to attract anymore
Block by block as I reconstruct
the castle of my memories
A whiff of fresh air from an old duct
Comes and caresses my cheeks
Gentle reminder of unpaid gratitude
As a creditor knocking at the door
for the want of minimal rectitude
they ask for a little more
Flying on the wings of dead words
The poem stays alive
only when I see the threads
I connect with the hidden life.
I dont know what to say your poems are so much from the heart I can connect to them easily i luvvvvvvvvvvvvvv vit A++++ and 10++
Great effort. Your words are as lively as your poems. They connect with the readers.
Nikunj, your poems fill the whole atmosphere... they have such a nice feel about them plus you are a natural..i wish my first poem were like this.
Nik, this is amazing! ! ! What a great 'first poem.' Your works always amaze me. :)
Lost words but nw found.You now write with a touch of perfection.Foever keep the poetry fire burning.
Ah, those forgotten words, I wonder, so much help you to deliver a lovely one...congrats...and thanks for your comment on my poem too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything has its first moment. You have captured it very beautifully. Nice description. Deserves 10++++++++