................................Seeds unfold
..............................as sand drifts
................................through the
..............................neck of glass
.............................stories are told
..............................souls are left
.................................to mourn
.................................while sour
...........................memories keep
..............................hearts cold
.............................beauties in life
................................grow with
................................each dropp
..........................each vessel holds
.........................its portioned sand
.............................nothing will
................................increase
............................the amount
...............................of sand
........................the grains that fall
...........................will not return
........................ into a hand
......................use sand wisely
........................your portion
...........................is running
...............................out.
very interesting and innovative style of writing I liked it Congrats regards sandhya
One thing we all have in common, as poets, that with all are touching the same ground, in different ways or formats, nevertheless, we are freely expressing our feelings as children of God. Very well penned piece, you got my vote, well deserved, Love and Peace, Romeo
good poem, well deserved, its a good expression of your feelings thanks for sharing......
As the sand fall through my hand I finaly see I was a blind man to late I know the place I will go. nice work as always, it has a point and gets to it. well worded.9
ignore the double p my computer is acting rather weird lately
for a long time i have only read poems that are mine and ignored the messages when you feel that it is a good one please dropp it by :) thank you
Absolutely wonderfully expressed idea. Such innovative use of meter. Ten out of ten sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the form is beautiful, and your words carry the reader to your image. well done