how many times had I talked to the leaves
and had stayed speechless?
and how many times i asked
why do people cry?
many times I reclined
upon the smooth stem
and looked at the lifeless weeds...
when the time finds me alone
and quite too often
the reality of tomorrow
that will come to be the present
and the present will soon be in the past
I can see happy brilliant faces……
Faces of you and me…
the reality of tomorrow that will come to be the present and the present will soon be in the past I can see happy brilliant faces..there lies the beauty beneth the love and spirit to parish wihout any expectations.. itmay leave foot prints onthesnad may soo get iound up without leaving any trace.... it is better to get lost than to be present for the eant of real love...love poem so far....10 read mine....colour....come home...home bound...lying in bed
I really like this a lot. I like questioning poems requiring deep thought for an answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wildly romantic.