with all the falsehoods of
of time
partitioned
into shut doors and damp walls
that wreck of a hope
combs the water of spaces
as you sit
like a pebble
on that moss licked stairway
cloaked
in the froth of darkness
Falsehood goes with time in life and life dazzles. Wonderful poem shared on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Insha. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.