The night is young
when you have someone
to hold on
when 'tis cold
and
you are getting old
Then she comes to play
as you lay
life proceeds in the same way
for all we call human
and
learnt the passing of the lonely night
by animals
who taught and teach us so much
still that's natures will
Thus we were all brought forth
to revolutionize a population
a newer generation
for life's veneration
So love and live
a life
but not alone
years will lapse
ere you realize
what could have been sown
has not yet been but forgotten
'tis called life
get a hubby or wife
Life should be lived courageously..... sensual thing is nothing but pain... Life is beautiful and poetry brings its beauty....at the everything seems futile... Sweet poem dear poet friend... Love
sensual thing is nothing but pain.- - - no no no i disagree dear PG LOVE AND LIFE ARE SYNONYMOUS JUST LOVE HER MORER AND SEE SHE WILL DIE FOR THEE WAS JUST PASSING BY READING UN-REPLIED COMMENTS URS CAME ALONG TNX PPPPPPPPEEEEEEEGEEEEEEEEEEEE
Then she comes to play as you lay, Do not delay..... fine poem. Anjandev Roy.
hurray there will be never any delay as she does > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > OOOOOOO! ! ! ! ! ! ! .replay lol thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem appeared some how again and the poet was anxious i compose one so i modified it for him