The far-off wind
won't let me sit.
I feel the storm
with my heart-beat.
Some leave their home,
some encourage me.
What is truth,
I can't even see.
I close window,
and shut the door,
but can't stay now,
here anymore.
The pain, the ache,
the scar, once made,
give me wound
leaving me dead.
The silence indoor
shout herein,
is piercing me like
a sharp pin.
I confess, you
have won my mind.
You anonymous,
don't stay behind!
You anonymous, don't stay behind! I open the window for you To have fresh air and the blue sky
Thanks Sawanji.But I didn't write 'gave'.It was give always there.I used pin to have rhyme with herein.Anyways, after writing a poem we should not leave P.H without noticing our typo or any kind of mistake.Thanks again for your superb comment.
Although I enjoyed reading your poem, I would like to point out some errors/suggestions: - *I close the window *gave me wound *a thousand pin/ thousands of pin Good write by the way!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Confused...! ? ? Just break in...! ! : -)