The distance that I
cover or feel have covered
is zero or null when
measured from you
How can I move away
from my source
A source that sustains
provides perpetual succour for me.
I will be here, just around you,
just a stone's throw away,
how can I throw
myself away from
this source of succour.
What's life if not this
perennial source of solace that
keeps radiating warmth soothing
my frayed nerves and
disjointed senses.
My scattered being gets
organized when I am
around this source
Would I thrive if I
tear myself to shreds
I will stay around
Till time brushes me aside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Till time brushes me aside........presented the conundrum well.Thanks