A peg or two
Passes through
With bitterness in throat
Reminds me of good poet
Why do they remain?
Under shadow of pain
With so much of illusion
And sheer imagination
Stars remain there
So the Sun and Moon to offer
All that we want in life
But it turns out to be sharp edge of knife
No intoxication
Under the compulsion
The poet dies within moment
No good message is sent
What is spelt?
When mind is absent
Heart has no feeling
And no more ideas for filling
Poet Room Just dont wanna feel anything tonight.... Unlike · Reply · 1 · 7 mins 1 hour a
What is spelt? When mind is absent Heart has no feeling And no more ideas for filling
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poet Room The same as always stupid MEN....I will b okay...thx Like · Reply · 4 mins 1 hour ago