Your deep guttural voice
Sets each cell ablaze;
Your varied intonations
Evoke myriad passions within;
But the ecstasy
Soon fades away,
As I hear a crack
In your sobbing voice
Lifting all the veils
Revealing your bruised soul beneath.
I reach out to you
With my arms flung wide,
Wanting to take you in my embrace
And provide a healing touch
—To caress fear out of your tender soul
To wipe the dewdrops from your teary eyes
To console your aching heart—
But soon I realize that the distance between us
Is too great to traverse in space
So I have to make do with poor words.
27th December 2006
3.26 pm
'But soon I realize that the distance between us Is too great to traverse in space So I have to make do with poor words.' I liked these lines a lot. Beautiful poetry, philosophy, excellent.
Asma...Distance doesnt matter as long as the hearts are listening and talking to each other.Good one. Love...TO
sensitive, emotional.. Your varied intonations Evoke myriad passions... choice of words too good.
Words can say so much, like a gentle loving touch, when written from the heart now thats love... asma 8 for this one i think...
hi asma i had written a poem words mean nothing but then words are our tool to express our feelings specially the lines To wipe the dewdrops from your teary eyes To console your aching heart— very true great poem my vote a perfect 10 wishes jibin....................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see a lot of awareness in this piece, and I'm impressed with your ability to use 'poor' words well to express heightened awareness.