Stranded in the middle of no where,
Yet, I could transcend everywhere.
Woes belittled the ever little soul,
Yet, I found a path to lead me back home.
The same old twisted tales,
The same old piercing nails;
My very own clouds followed by rainbows;
Deep in my sorrows drowned, meekly my poem flows.
Another futile promise not to care,
Another dwindling thought sways in the air.
Of bliss and of melancholy,
The stories you tell so artfully-
Giving me faith, rekindling my hope,
Resonating within me, you're my abode
you have found comfort and solice within the written word Anwesha, and through your words, you have touched others... touched me. Thank you. Great Ink! ; -) -Kelly.
its a wonderful poem........... i just loved it.......nicely done......thanks for posting..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have found comfort and solice within the written word Anwesha, and through your words, you have touched others... touched me. Thank you. Great Ink! ; -) -Kelly.