The blue ocean beneath,
And above in the air,
The creatures;
The one that walks,
The one that soars,
The one that dives,
All and sundry in a toil
Incessant,
To outlive the other.
Tell me…
Who will remain?
Who will triumph
The battle against time?
Our white hope like daisies
Exudes from a vacant arena
Full of the all-and-sundry.
Only in a gaol
Of time and its tricks.
A good start with a nice poem, Muhammad Shahab. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thanks
A good start with a nice poem, Muhammad Shahab. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here in the United States of America we use the word JAIL instead of the British word GAOL, so I had to think for a moment to remember what a gaol was. A fascinating first poem. Welcome to Poem Hunter!