Thousands and thousand miles away
Very high up in the sky
With umpteen shining lights
Who will gaze at me?
Among millions poems around
Of thousands and thousands poets
On hundreds web site and library
Who will read my poems?
I am a small rose flower
Placed in one of the corners
Of a huge garden show
Who will see my petals and bloom?
I am a broken leaf
Blown by the wind very strong
Flying high now, will bite the dust
Who will remember me?
I am sand particle, fallen in an unseen shell
I am an uncut diamond,
Concealed deep within the rocks
Who will find me?
Once this earth will turn into dust
And everything will merge into one
Then there won't be any complaints
Who will care of their existence?
Every creator fears about this but those who are least bothered by such things they ultimately succeeds. A food for thoughts poem, nicely penned. Asim.
A brilliant poem! The last stanza unfurl the naked truth! I sincerely appreciate the way you have expressed things emanating from the core of a poet's heart! (10)
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I would like to translate this poem
I AND THE only blind GALAXY STAR have read each word so far one day I will also may not be but don't care who will read me just send an orange if u please my mouth goes dry loudly reading ye DEAREST POET MAM JI