There is calm at
The bottom of my heart
Where love’s residue has
Settled as a clod of dirt
There is no pulse
No sound is ever heard
It has gone invalid with time
As a sign in an identity card
Copy right @Tiku 10/02/2015
invalid with time As a sign in an identity card a brilliant use of metaphor. such an innovative poetic mind you have. great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marvellous expression using metaphor diction. Thanks for such intensive poem.....! 10