</>On a monstrous lonesome night
In a limping white- beard row- boat
with severe chilling breeze
where waves imitate a belly dancer
I am rowing my boat
Towards a peaceful roomy land
But seems the land is far away
Distance; the more I covered
the most I have to cover!
My muscles feels a fatigue
the lantern reduce its oil
I am looking for a companion
where loneliness stucking the journey
nobody is found there, and
no hands to hold me up.
helplessly, to a land of hope
still I am rowing my boat! ! !
I like what Rose says about your poem. It speaks to us like a dream, deeply-felt.
This's amazing...rowing the boat of life with an oar of pain to a land of hope.: : : : 10*****************************10 Rose))))
A hope, is like a sunlight in dark.. energy booster when we low.. Good write :)
a very nice poem you have composed, xlent.you must the goal of hope, it is also my prayer to God. the land of hope is very near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't worry dear friend you will reach the land of hope very soon.....nice poem.....but to me loneliness is the best companion