Days are spending in the mighty arms of the fear
though, the matter is so grave, i must have to appear,
and, tell the world, taking a sip of tea, my intention,
the words i wrote, now in fire, in fire as i gave me tension.
yet, i have not decided, what to do with the rest,
make a decision, and will prove a decision made in haste,
i linger gasping at my beloved eyes, whole night long,
that pick of time, i kept wandering how would be my song.
and, now the arrogance of her aroma proving me fatal,
i inside, died, though having no participation in a battle,
cruelity done by you will never never hamper me in future,
as in your belly, regarding only me, our seed nurture.
may you survive, by grace of god, till posterity,
but, love, listen'some kisses give us pain for eternity.
test of love, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Any thing out of place is dust- It gives us pain Your songs are beautiful Vishal.Make a strong decision about your future and proceed-My best wishes
emotionally different and the theme too flows..good write
A poem for posterity. The burning of your words could be literal or a symbolic fire, but the feeling and the pain are apparent. Good title and close to your poem.
Just hold on, like you are and with all your words. A grim kiss is not forever. All changes! ! ! Strong and belíssimo Poet! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem Vishal. Keep up the good work.