I have enough of it already,
And don't try
To fill any more of it,
If you people really love me
...
I'm just a cloud
Wandering in the sky
In quest of a place
Where I can stay.
...
My heart has turned
An empty vessel
That can now sound
Much of my past.
...
The cloud of hatred
Grabs my soul,
The paths are blocked,
Vision is blurred.
...
A Horizon
The day I first met you
In the morning hours
On a pleasant autumn day
I had none in my sky
None too low, nor so high
In my fresh and innocent eye
while the Sun was rising
In the horizon.
The day I met you next
Just after the dawn
On an auspicious chilly morning
In a temple of Goddess and
You had become my Sun
The centre of my revolutions
From Earth to sky,
Still there was a Sun high
Up in the horizon.
Then I met you again
Just before closing my eyes
On your lap, in the gold rays
In an afternoon of my life
Your lips joined mine
Silently flew the time,
I breathed my last and
Then as I looked around
There was the Sun
In the horizon.
Hereafter as I have resolved, would dare writing a poem or two. After reading and coming across the poetic views of a lot of poets in Poem Hunter, I felt an urge to write. I don't know if it would be regarded as a poem or not, still I believe, one day I would be able to compose a poem that would satisfy at least a successful poet of our site.
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