Stop buttons
blink
switches off
signals no more
thoughts are closed
for a moment
I want to be
in harmony
with Nature
to be with me
peeling off my outer skin
How many voices?
How many whispers?
How many songs?
Who are they
who speak in the solitude?
Echoing life
from ages of legends
how many stories
of love and life
wound around
hearts of innocence
and burning pride
how many beauties
unfound?
how many faded
unseen, unknown?
Closing my mind
my heart opens
and deep within
somebody listens
to the vibrating stories
depicted in walls and
wailing wind
waves engraved
with victories and defeats
sands speak of
foot marks of
lovely infants
and lingering paces............
best lines i have read so far great imagination indeed a poet par excellence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good flow Poetic master mind