For long you don't step
In this world of imagination.
It seems you are vanished,
In the milky way of space.
Far from poem, love and me.
What makes you to say us,
Good bye? I find no reply!
There's the blank-sheet,
You may fill it with adjectives,
Before my name, may be they
Worse, but, come back to
Your true self, my intellectual,
Part, I'll care a little,
If I'm hurt, yet, I want
My wings to fly in the sky,
As a sea-gull over the,
The wide, wide sea...
Why don't you regain,
Faith on your godly-self,
Why don't you write,
A poem breaking the bar?
I lost you, my altar ego,
My art, my poetic heart!
why don't you? ... you do......really well........thats a self check........
Nila, you are amazing I find myself in the same state and essence as you, I can float in the world of imagination where my spirit soars high and free ego no longer felt and no longer a part of me. Just the same. Incredible write Nila. Thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We cannot conceal despair/ But 'ere wings of hopes flutter again! ! ! Good poem! ! !