I have drawn numerous lifelines
On the shore of time.
I faught thousands of wars,
More and more battles
I have never win!
My wounds are getting old,
They are still bleeding
I draw the borderlines of my skies.
But time and again
The dark clouds cast their shadows on
The History of time.
There is nothing remains
But the wounds of life
And words of war...
Excellent poem... please write more… '...There is nothing remains // But the wounds of life // And words of war..’ Very touchy and relevant… Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK.
nice conceptual metaphor: ''I have drawn numerous lifelines On the shore of time'' wonderful symbolistical poem....10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I realize a deep soul slumbers here, On the shores of time, ...............' for only the ripe fruit will stones invite' and pray tell me where is the sweetness in the green fruit?