It’s queasy in and around
Whisper that reserved somewhere
Loneliness that empty the regiment
Darkness that regulate the cause
Flux that take a long microbe
Eyes of shadows lead to dreams
Pretense of titter regulate the fear
Time that counted elsewhere
Float of scope that dim the thoughts
Cannot gamble for the next day
It’s written somewhere else
Wheel of time will determine the next
Its closed and cannot open, but to wait for the next dawn
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wheel of time will determine the next Its closed and cannot open, but to wait for the next dawn Great expectations of beauty associated with the next dawn keep us alive and we enjoy a sleep of sweet dreams in the the night followed by an ugly day. A great poem..................10