I am lost in the riddles I wove,
In the lines I drew,
In the walls I raised,
In the spaces reserved...
where I am confined right now,
and it is not a nice place....
where knowingly I had placed you,
now I fret to be!
I am lost in the riddles I wove......good line to begin with Often we feel same way.Life should go on........good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
)))))) .........................seema..........u are gonna outdo yourself! !