Ismim Putera

Veteran Poet - 1,088 Points (20 September 1991 / Kuching, Sarawak)

The Tomb Of Love - Poem by Ismim Putera

I am looking at you
From the womb of love
In the cradle of life
Swallowing the elixir of air
Your tiny eyes refused to open
As the light of the world is painful
And you moved your little finger
Away from the entangling destinies
And your foot stepping soft on the blanket
Sensing the tingling pains of reality

I am standing next to you
In the vines of life
My eyes were hurt
By the blinding light of truth
And the air of falsehood is choking
And I am no longer strong enough to move my hand
To paddle against the current of fate
And both my foot were both crippled
After falling into traps and holes in life

I do realised that
The world is beautiful
The sky is blue, and the grass is green
And you, should look at that too
Grow your hand,
To paint your dreams
Strengthen your feet,
To crawl and climb into childhood
And adulthood

Me too, just like you,
I am still a child, you are still a child,
Sure! In the time later,
I will be the one lying in the cradle
And you will be standing next to it
Look into my drying eyes and
hold my shrinking hands and feet,
Yes! My child,
I will slowly
Climbing and crawling back
To the grave of earth
in the tomb of love.

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2016

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