Hissing day and night
Around the loop of the ear
Crawling and shinning they ignite
At the top of the hair.
Glaring through the mirror
They mock
They hound
They sting
The White Snakes
Beautiful White Snakes
Threatening yet beautiful
My Silver Strands!
Rameeza Nasim.
Stepping into the space of wisdom thise silver strands reflect a lifetime. Beautiful poem.
How well you write. A pleasure to read and realize the beauty of the words and verses that come together and into the heart, slide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha ha ha.....True as we grow old they start to appear from nowhere, reminding us that black days. Great satire,100**********