My sighs
not yet betrayed
for his desires,
My sighs
not yet yearned
for a figurative wish,
My sighs
not yet imprisoned
in her lullaby,
Voices, always reminders,
Yesterday, a cuckoo sang
of frozen dreams,
At times, I hear coughing sounds
of a whirling puzzle,
My voice hears me not,
Am I silented to speak?
Silence is golden! Muted but your inner voices screaming for the truth! great piece Minnu!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tremendous piece...I shall read it again and again when my voice is silented. Thomas