I am very sad
Not for today
As I feel
The presence of them all
And my body is warm,
But for the next
Hundreds of years
Will there be any one
To care and love?
So I want
To leave
A deep scratch
Of my mind
On the screen
Of the world
And walk along
With all bards
After my death
Hundreds of years
On soiled paths
And metal streets
Without my limbs
Blood and flesh
In haunting houses
And Joyous classes,
Make them feel
My hovering spirit
In emotional moments
In acts and deeds
Soothing souls
And agitated minds.
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What is the source of sadness? There are many and this list is getting on increasing day by day due to our life style.but at the end of the day, thinking of the sorrows, we would have thought that we could not have worried that much.. an interesting work..Good!
very fantastic poem, good flow / new style of yours / i love it
It does seem sad that so many will pass from this life and never leave a mark that they were here. Hopefully those lucky enough to have children will remind them to carry down the stories of the past to future generations.
Beautifully delivered. Enjoyed your pen. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes. :)
Beautifully delivered. Enjoyed your pen. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes. :)
nice poem the poet tells the different emotions of the mind that made her sad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent truth of writing reverberates throughout this poem!