Tiny spots fly high.
Suddenly, they are airborne
The distance is far away, so far away.
Seasons pass by and leave.
That lockdown is everlasting,
but for each night, dawn breathes.
The journey is long, but it must be done.
The distance is far, its footsteps are counted,
I shall walk it.
On the balconies, the song is sad, full of nostalgia,
and I shall sing it.
The deadly swarm is up there.
but for each night,
Inevitable dawn is coming.
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Kon sapari kupkhon Kenika? I agree with you, sometimes the end of the incident could be its beginning. Thanks for your nice comment on that poem.
Nature is like parents. Parents scold and warns erring kids. So does nature and is doing. Parents do not stop loving, so nature does. After reprimend, there comes the forgiveness. This is the inevitable dawn.
Khodak gasam, Mishaikh sahib, main kosh nahi bola. I challenge anyone who disagrees with the great blogger. I really appreciate your efforts in reading and commenting.
Como estas Pink Dawn? Thanks for pressing the button.
You were right, I've enjoyed reading it: A mixture of pure feeling and hope, fear and hope, melancholy and hope, sorrow and hope... But always, always hopes; it's the only thing that we can't be deprived of.
Congrats, Dara!
Asombrosa mi amiga Pink Dawn! I really like that. The pure good feeling of hope and waiting for the bright future to come. Thanks, my lady for your nice feelings. ,
Shookrun Green! Thanks for pressing the like button.
I enjoyed reading it. It was full of nice and deep sense.
Mumnoon Elnaz! I am glad you enjoyed reading that poem. Sorry for my late reply.
very good poem my friend, you feel the anguish of uncertainty, loneliness but also finally hope.-
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