When life is timeless,
Love is loveless,
life feels like lifeless,
everything become useless.
The soul needs to fly,
the body resists being high,
Heart needs to see the blue sky,
True eyes feels shy.
That Time,
Politics can't convince you,
Teachers won't teach you,
Doctors won't treat you,
Even chancellors won't abide unto you.
When that time comes,
The cause of it have to be the end of it,
Novels, movies won't stop it,
nothing sweet will test it,
even advise won't blink in it.
Tears won't be a solution,
Fears will be a repercussion,
songs won't be a nutrition,
BUT PRAYERS WILL.
Rhyme and rhythm are the bedrocks of the sweetest music. This is a sweet song. Continue!
love is not such a cosey it is Godly not for to wrankle.. The soul needs to fly, the body resists being high, Heart needs to see the blue sky, True eyes feels shy. That Time, Politics can't convince you, Teachers won't teach you, Doctors won't treat you, Even chancellors won't abide unto you. When that time comes,
sure man 'PRAYERS WILL'..... i really like the way you have shown that when the time comes nothing will help us and nothing will really make us feel better except for prayers... keep penning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Prayers come first not the last then the full life begins.... the poem expresses sadness but the grasp of real life is for the taking...thoughtful poem Dickson regards