The poem beautifully presents the thoughts of the poet through the mouth of the baby who is still unborn. The baby is well aware of the gravity of the situation across the world that he is just too scared to take birth. He simply knows that the world is too evil that he will not be able to sustain here, given its innocence.
This extremely famous poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye has been read at countless funerals and public occasions. The author composed this poem in a moment of inspiration and scribbled it on a paper bag. She wrote it to comfort a family friend who had just lost her mother and was unable to even visit her grave.
My love for her was like A merry go round Round and round it goes Where it stop nobody knows. Oh yeah, Words alone couldn’t explain, The feeling she gave me It took me to places never been before. Everything was so well Until doubt took over our love Does she love me? Does she love me not? I realised loving can hurt One can love someone to an extent Letting that person go becomes hard And this is what makes us humans.
Slowly we fade away, Do you think we’ll ever be okay? Always sad, I wish this was just a fad. Always broken, knowing what we once had. Remember it could be worse, Lost in thought,…
l Am Far Away, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Divine Isolation. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian.
l Am Far Away, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Divine Isolation. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian.
l Am Far Away, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Divine Isolation. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian.
l Am Far Away, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Divine Isolation. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian.
A heartbreak poem, where the speaker expresses his agony and torment due to lies that were told to her. She wonders if she is the only one suffering or is it both ways.
It is a short philosophic poem written on a being looking for the light, but is unable to find the same and regret the same despite being very near to it. Here I am sharing both English and Hungarian versions.
This poem is a quest by Nandini Gupta, seeking answers form life, for being unfair to her. These are questions about emptiness in her life. Is it only her, or is life unfair to others as well?
