The words do not hide behind an encrypted veil
They do not feel the need to sensor what they entail
There meaning does not seem weak or frail
I beg of you time do not make them stale
Deceit, anger when they begin to pursue
I remember those words and believe they are true
I am redeemed by the time they are through
Let forgiveness flourish let love ensue
But with the passing of days they seem to recline
I curse you days I curse you time
I succumb to the urges I succumb to the wine
For it makes me numb it makes me blind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But with the passing of days they seem to recline I curse you days I curse you time I succumb to the urges I succumb to the wine For it makes me numb it makes me blind A poem of dejection and disappointments about time while this a naked fact that time is the best healer.A good poem keep sharing. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan