The Moon is not sleeping,
So do I.
Pains are peeping into my heart,
As the Moon is rotating with lights around the Earth.
The people I care the most find me wrongly,
The known faces & eyes behold me strangely.
They get close to me in a dream,
Saying; ‘please leave us,
You are not of our kind,
We don't want you in our lives'.
I say; let me forget you, allow me time, more time,
But they don't have time,
Time matters, counts them all,
Except me and my soul, Time passes away!
Leaving me alone with the sleepless moon.
Note: The poem is published in the journal named 'The Literary Voyage', Vol.1, Issue.1, p.145, Jan-April 2014.
Time matters, count them all. Very fine, thanks, go on.. Read my poems please and say something..
Time matters count them all......excellent realization. Time is precious gift. Nice job on sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth. Thanks for sharing Abu.