Fen was deep and volatile
Beyond the borders of shadows
Emptiness grooming inside
To proclaim the floppy trenches ahead
But greenery that never prohibited
Revamp the marsh land and get filled
Heaviness that need to plunge
To the width of a lively shore
But the trenches grab that trail
Reassurance that vague sometimes
Always slip to the depth of shadows
There crack that peek sometimes
Necessity that conquest inside
Grit of time that grin for long
Like the empty corner of life
Life is like a marshland sometimes
Graves that grin but mourn inside
Reassurance drive someway
But will collapse in loneliness
As its build on tears of something! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
But greenery that never prohibited keep the greenery of nature in poems
life is a riddle nicely written and we have a hard time understanding enjoyed
Beautiful poem Salini. Very true said, life indeed puzzle us many times. Often we find ourselves standing in mid of riddles. Loved reading it.
Life is like a marshland sometimes, very beautiful lines composed in this poem and thought is presented in excellent way and shared here. Nice job.
Life indeed a puzzling thing......wonderful piece written beautifully..............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is indeed a riddle. Well written. Please see my poetry and your comments will be appreciated