When all birds flew back to nest, for rest,
Sinking sun into west when floated very fast
Heavy hands and hazy mind when lost its zest,
Then I am quite sure, he is losing vigor bast,
With blurred future and present that pain,
Yet enjoys with the horror of the lovely past,
'What are my loss and what are my gain? '
These thoughts whisper; he is breathing last,
the sun breathes its last breath as the moonlit night covers its face.
Very moving, as his last thoughts of his life flash before him he lets go of the pain he endured at times and his glory days as his soul moves into eternity! Beautiful write!
Beautifully and elegantly described. Loved this poem Have a look at my poems as well
Great write! Reflections on our gains and loses in life is common. Thanks fos sharing.
Nice work with the muse of nature! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A good life thought poem the poet created and I likes it.
And everything happens for a reason but the reason is still a mystery until it happen. -ging-
What has lost and what has gained that is eternal question and you brightly profoundly projected
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great thoughtful poem