Seconds, minutes, hours, and day
Like grains of golden sand
Phew! ! they creep away!
And I am made to understand
What are left are delusions
A false hope of redemption
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride
In the vicinity of the false 'God'
The world worships love and lust;
What rises above are the ashes
And what left scattered to dust;
Regret sets in like a parasite
It stings deep and long
Yet the heartbeats keep going on
Breaking down but standing strong....
@Salema thank you very much; but your poem is really outstanding; an idea of an idea.....cann't express how much i liked it! ! ! !
I really love this poem because I think it's one of your best! ! ! :)
Thanks a lot! ! ! ! I am pleased that you liked my work! ! ! ! :)
Well written indeed. Please feel free to comment/rate/criticize my work as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very nice flow in the poem good poem..indeed i like the poem...read my poem you may like them tooo