I walk alone in the woods
Like a shadow searching
Its own existence
Under the burning sun of
Truth I can't escape reality
And live in pretence
I walk alone under the clouds
Waiting for the rain of love to
Pour getting me soaked
A venomous snake lives in me
Ready to sting if with spray
Of hate it is provoked
I will walk alone as I have
Been doing since my many
Births and deaths
Those near me are nothing
But shadows ready to leave
Like ephemeral breaths
A beautiful poem on life lonely and transient.Like it.
My humble thanks sir for taking interest in my poetry. Thanks again for support.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem on birthday and death nicely executed.