Wanted to tell many thing
But can’t, don’t know why?
If there is tyranny
I can’t bear//
Far from my intention
Into the dark forest
Between faith and thought
I have been dragged
And defeated, always
Being in silence
I ask a question to me
Who am I?
No answer like a dead
From dead one I arise
Completely restless
And then
I sell my slumber
And purchase words
In the market of poverty,
Many shop of death starvation
So many words
Cruel, lovely, beautiful,
Peace, rich, charity, religion and faith,
These words; killing me.
If I stay here for a while,
Alas! I may say something
I walk to talk to you
Wanted to tell many thing
''i walk to talk to you '' a marvellous poem, day by day improve and i do not how much will be the height, may be limit is the sky....i wish you best of luck...the best part of the poem ''Far from my intention Into the dark forest Between faith and thought I have been dragged And defeated, '' ..................i like it most
I want to speak with you, good write, thanks Aftab, my friend. we are one and the same, we belong to one family under this sun and on this earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For heart when they sell words for money You purchase a wisdom in a market of poverty Yes in now days it is like this