I wither away with time.
The wind still blows across my face,
whispering in my ears
the reasons to embrace.
The shadow behind me
still stands there,
though a little apart.
I do not know if it is an illusion
or a dream,
a phase
or an entire theme.
Necropolis is what I call
my heart,
where i bury myself
over and over again.
This is a thoughtful poem and good poem but it does not suit Srijeeta Manna. Be optimistic. You are a good poetess And this is a good write poetically speaking this message is good but for a21 year old poetess..........
a very very beautiful poem, , the more one reads it the more he enjoys, , if enjoyment is the motto of good poetry, , then the reader has his full quota in this untitled poem, it is difficult to title it :) thanx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Necropolis , the best part of your poem...