Feeling like being carried away in wind
Grasping a dandelion clock instead of wing
Looking down at the people when drift
Drowning in their own lives dreams
Following the ambitions, mere greed's
Condoning all the partial prejudice
Missing needs for consolation treats
Disregarding facts to be discreet
Frittering time to tilt at the mills
Living in the world but like to be discrete
Calling aids with no return obsolete
Losing sense for the sound of hearts when break
Feeling like being carried away in wind Looking down at the people when drift Drowning in their own lives dreams Living in the world but like to be discrete i liked these lines dear shriin, i too like to be descrete and pen my poems. thank u for sharing this poem. i love ur poems..
hi shirin very very nice so tender...and yes the agony of it we all feel great lines cheers
powerful thoughts you put to ink in this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful ink.matured thoughts put nicely on paper.liked it.