Solitude
Loneliness
And shadows
Followed by
Deep silence
Paves the way
Of my poetry
And rouse
My imagination
To swim in the world
of my dreams.
Flowers
Red and white
Pink and purple
Orange and yellow
Dances beneath me
There is nothing left, just try again and again. Someone said, that if you find happiness, it is good, but if not, you will become a philosopher, which I became in my going on 80.. The funny is, so many people answered you, but did not voted. I did, give you the 10, because the idea is touchy.
Wao...inspirational poem...sometimes solitude proves bliss & u proved it very well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how true being alone do make one wander in bushes of our mind where we can create anything from our wand of imagination........brilliant write sir