Of a thousand miles and a thousand smiles
of earth and her footsteps
meandering like a puppet
of friends in Rome
Of a strong zeal
to the dancing hills
Of river of gold
Of cannabis; Of brain surgeries
through the eyes of a seer
and the hands of a poetess
through the storm of the night tears
flowing in the calm of the night tears
over and over
the story goes on and on
and then, of fire and ice
locked within the siege
there are some black wanderers
eerie and uncanny
they come in full force
and storm in with pause
they move; they subserve
they send signals and get feedbacks
they scream through the nights
of the thrills unknown; yet longed for still
together they fall; divided they stand
Shadows, Nightmares and Night falls: Ever Intertwined- the story they tell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stories go on-fire and ice, good one
Thank You so much