My soles are hurting.
Let's go timelessly,
following our back instincts.
Old values were changing
daily. A sense of
unease prevails. Want to make
a move. Something disturbs me.
Half-words―
acquire new meaning. And
sign language was becoming
a loud voice. You come to share
the waiting with me.
Something will happen.
In deep waters,
eyes will search the self-destruction
way. Why human existence was getting worse?
Choked to become
speechless. There was relaxed
ambiance of euphoria.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poetry but this is the last time I shall comment You do not have common courtesy to either say thank you which good manners dictate nor do me the favour of reading my poetry so as they say Karma my Friend Karma