Memory Stands Like A Scarecrow. Poem by M. Asim Nehal
Memory Stands Like A Scarecrow.
As I wonder, where the nice fragrance of love is gone,
That spilled from the crimson flower of life.
Now when I sweep away the broken glass of the past,
The memory haunts back doing icicle,
In the inner dome of my mind.
Memory stands like a scarecrow,
In the middle of my path,
And diverts me to the realities of the present,
I walk past the doors of an empty heart,
And counts the fallen willow leaves.
Every line is worthy of an applause...and the usage of words adds to the flavour...5*****
Every line is worthy of an applause..and the apt usage of words add to the flavour...5*****
Fantastic use of words. The memory haunts back doing icicle, In the inner dome of my mind.
Simply brilliaqnt..I walk past the doors of an empty heart, And counts the fallen willow leaves.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 1:08:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poem my brother. The metaphors are sublime