gone with the wind
into the wilds
no more to find
life is like that
beauty of life
is its brevity;
the sadder truth is too
that the days are numbered
you meet
in discreet
your destiny
is designed
you waste your time
taking decisions and plans
about your future
which was decided long back
Relationships
like the Merchant's ships
carried away by the winds
and lost amidst the tidal waves
Friendships
floating in material waters
deflated by poverty and matters
detrimental to public acclaim
Are you related to me?
when my breathing stops
when I am no more in the spots
when my blood curdles
when my eyes dont see
when i am not definable
when I have been written off
what about being related to me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There will never be a vanishing relationship if we know how to fight for it. But if it is not worth fighting for anymore, then it's better to let go. This one is really deep. I do appreciate it a lot. Be strong! God bless you! -Pink Butterfly-