Empty Hours Poem by ramesh rai
Empty Hours
I feel anguish
due to my empty hours
when my mind does not allow
to think any more
I can not sketch
even a single line
on the paper of my heart
like in desert
rose never bloom
no beetle come
to suck the nectar
only hot wind blows
making my life
like the desert
Beautiful poem felt by many of us. sometime where, in some part of our life, we may feel we are travelling through desert. But let's keep on crossing the desert hoping this desert will too end and we enter the beautiful world full of greenery. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.
It is something felt by all writers. Expressed beautifully even empty hour has brought a lovey poem.
In these vacant phases of life let us recoil from the self and reach out to the vast world around us.
sometimes empty hours are necessary for us to rest from all the stress.
Some empty hours are needed to compensate for hours that are filled with noise. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:51:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Not even inspiration comes to our empty hours; a vacuum nothing can penetrate.But somehow, anguish finds its way in. But it was not one of your empty hours when you wrote this powerful poem!