Open a secret door
For my feet ache
Bogged in the marsh
You have the answer
To the voice of pain
And in your silence
You hold language
Of the cosmos
As thoughts rush to me
Like insane waves
Of a storm
As fears grab me
By the neck
And suffocate my right
To breathe
Send a silent message
To the broken shards
To the stubborn scars
That you are there
Watching
To pull me from the edge
Before another misstep.
A person needs to go for endless corrections and editing till he/she exists in this sofisticateed world. O God, guide me before another misstep...wonderful poetry!
You have the answer to the voice of pain! Yes, if one is ready to submit and confess his unavoidable mistake. Life never runs in straight track...it passess through curves and bends!
Before another misstep...... significant.....thanks for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nosheen the last few lines are wonderful