touched by the torture of the migrants during lock down! their pain & anguish strikes a chord somewhere! Save
She is the only one with whom I can be me I think she is the one who comforts me free It’s the phone call waiting to say hello It’s the only rare boring…
“Wild Geese” is an attempt by Oliver to inspire people to be true to themselves and nature rather than run a never-ending race to be perfect for people. And that “you” are not alone with a life full of despair. There are millions, and you will definitely find someone to share it with. You just need some patience. This is also and attempts by the poet to promote human connectivity.
My body static so does my will My mind hectic driven by unruly thrill; I offer my corpse to the filthy river full of dirt Where it’d struggle to keep me afloat and pull me…
Sailing in fairy boats My sails a nightingale’s wings. It’s a jar of moonshine where my boats afloat. And seas washed upon the heavens. There’s a universe in bones and stardust in my eyes, My…
A poem about the fear of a boy and how friends come to aid. But there are some fears that you just can’t seem to get away with. So he just could not forget the year. The poem has a consistent rhyming scheme of ABA and ABAA in the last paragraph.
What would you do if you were a king? .
“If I Were King” is about a child dreaming of all the things he would do if he were the king. He would run the world differently than other kings by focusing on enjoyment.
This is about hope and how we must not get exhausted if we did not get the desired result. There is always a new path waiting. Thanks Yogendra
I thought your question mark was expensive, like those which cannot fit in a conclusion but you still write them with your whole soul, because you think that the coherence is missing without them. And yes. They are more than necessary, when your inner world is burning like hell. I thought your question mark was expensive, And I said I would transform it, in order to not lose the meaning in the end. Dot. This is what you mean for me now. A dot. Even if I have never written it with my heart. This is what I tell everyone that you are. But every night I undress you, And I’m dressing you again, In the way I want. In the way, my mind imposes that it wants you. In the way, I fell in love with you. As a question mark.
