Taher Shemaly

Rookie - 20 Points (17/8/1980 / Kuwait)

When The World Turned Thirty - Poem by Taher Shemaly

What is essence
where is presence
just a flick of time
and memories are gone.

What are memories
what are my possibilities
lost in my mind
no where to be gone.

And like a castle on the sand,
my dreams are washed away.
Like water slipping my hand,
so goes my life as they say.
But I'm holding on divinity,
that is when the world,
turned thirty.

From boy to a man,
still many things to understand,
wondering and sighing,
is this what life is about?

And life sounds still,
an image of my past will,
gliding hopes,
into a sea of eternity.

And like a castle on the sand,
my dreams are washed away.
Like water slipping my hand,
so goes my life as they say.
But I'm holding on divinity,
that is when the world,
turned thirty.

But I'll keep this head up,
with a pride not to stop,
and this is who I am,
simply, a proud man.

And like a castle on the sand,
my dreams are washed away.
Like water slipping my hand,
so goes my life as they say.
But I'm holding on divinity,
that is when the world,
turned thirty.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010



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