An Odyssey through the,
Time of thousands days,
And Space thousands miles.
Here I stand again,
At a place that is,
In total looks mine.
The dreams of Stars,
Comets and the Suns.
The stories of Aliens,
And Spirits that were;
I do not know,
Whether friends or fiends,
But more to myself,
Than to themselves they.
I stand again aloof,
Like more a visitor.
With a visit that,
Grips a hold on,
A grim that hope,
Lies ahead of a,
Better life and love.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
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I would like to translate this poem
something is waiting for u..somewhere..go and catch that.. liked thid line very much The dreams of Stars, Comets and the Suns. The stories of Aliens, And Spirits that were;