The masked man would come to my window
but never crossed the grill to be inside
he seemed to fly while talking of tomorrow
what he spoke took me on a dark ride!
I see you child progressing to be a man
moving places running races knowing need
reaching farthest far and beyond till the span
feels too long and you're weary of the speed!
I see you child going on a long trek
falling down getting up roaming wild
find a heart make a home and then break
in that wilderness sob like a child!
I see you child wide awake in the night
burning for pride hollow vain
while flickers out the last candlelight
darkness drowns the gathered gain!
As my fever weighs heavy on eyes sleepless
the dawn seems mercilessly slow
I know what he meant by a child's progress
the masked man that came to my window!
a great imaginative poem.......adorned with beautiful words.....thanks
Very insightful.....composed brilliantly........amazing piece
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Beautiful poem. A masked man unmasking the truth of life. Beautiful imagery of words. Beautiful presentation and loved reading each lines. Thanks for sharing with us.