I marvel at how
life and time relates;
My twin
grows with time
and I, a child;
Mother's tears fall
wishing to change
my nature;
thinking I hate it, Life
but no
I live happily;
though
am dying
as my twin grows
with every ticking sound of the clock
In my clan
once twins bloom
one grows;
one withers
A good start with a nice poem, Uthman.Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an insightful bit of verse written from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Uthman.