Sultry afternoon thoughts
give me some pleasure today.
Counting the leaves of the mysterious tree,
immortality fencing up my garden,
greenery of the wordly peace also fades away.
I listened to the footsteps quietly,
I felt you coming towards me.
Half asleep I listened may be
and half dead when i met u.
Love is a phoenix perhaps,
feathered with eternity.
You rise, you fall,
you injure me with your thoughts.
My wounds remain and remain;
even time cannot heal them
because only love grows with time
while hatred dies.
however much we write on love, still there will be more to write....good poem
better, , , , , you need to write with more feeling, , dig deep.
Mindblowing expression penned in superb fashion. Loved this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful write.. I luvd reading the poem.. Great work..