My Fate Poem by Tharmaratnam Vijayakumar
My Fate
Weep weep weep the sign of birth
Lost my childhood into our fate causes
Lost my adolescent into the dearth with my family
Imagining my vision become powerless
No one to take part except the mountains rivers green, dark forests
I guided by the forests rivers mountains even the jungle animals I dealt
The sole of my father with me bless guide gives me everything he missed I felt
Whatever I did do my fate
My fate I cannot I guess
You?
Vijayan..
Don't feel depressed! To some extent, we can determine our fate. Hard work is needed to succeed in life. It is the same with writing poems also. As the veteran poet David Wood has advised, read a lot of poems and write and rewrite until you are really satisfied! With time, you 'll be able to make remarkable progress! Through mistakes, we all learn. As your first attempt, your effort is laudable!
Thanks for your comments on my poem. I consider the comment left by you as a great pleasure for me as you are well experienced poet. My forthcoming poems, I will try to produce as stranded poem. Could you advise me in what areas I want to improve, Thank you sir. Have a nice day.
Not a bad first poem about fate. After writing a poem I usually leave it for a day and look at it again with fresh eyes as usually there is something to change. Also read other poets work and their style of writing. Regarding fate I invite you to reat my ppem Should I Die Tomorrow and Hear me my Love for poems about fate and love.
Thanks for your comment on my poem. I consider the comment left by you as a great pleasure for me as you are well experienced poet. My forthcoming poems, I will try to produce as stranded poem. Could you advise me in what areas I want to improve, Thank you sir. Have a nice day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/4/2024 9:02:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Weep, weep, weep, a sign of birth the childhood lost to the fate, the adolescence lost with family, my vision going powerless, with no one care but the mountain and forest, with no one to guide but the rivers and animals and with the soul of my father blessing, i have come thus far by fate and into what fate i would go, i do not know
It is great work you have done. I thing now my poem got the standard style because of you. Thanks for spending your valuable time to do the correction to my poem. Could you advise me in what areas I wanted to consider when writing poems. I learned American & british poems, Commonwealth countries poem etc... Thank you sir.