Shall I live to love again?
Shall I die to live again?
While lying on the hospital bed
A doubt on the walking way home......: (What were those thoughts) :
: (What were those moments) :
Never met me when called!
Only made me blow to past!
Each day by every foot step
I ignored the sound of sense.
The night stars now looking into earth.
A long white lace, on my face
Billowed her wet hand comforting-
So as I could get back my innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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ignorance at times may prove to be a sin...here, a confused mind that sinned finds solace in the end, thanks to a hand of love that comes extended in time... a poem built on inner turmoil and relief... good one...10 /10