Intimate tears, that were in vain,
And then just Silence, one day came!
You walked away, mysteriously,
Never a word was left for me,
And so in emptiness I roam,
Knowing my heart, has lost its home.
Intimate tears, that were in vain,
And then just Silence, one day came!
You walked away, mysteriously,
Never a word was left for me,
And so in emptiness I roam,
Knowing my heart, has lost its home.
You have really opened windows,Satisfaction, for all time.
We can’t find any nationDesired, to stand up for,Applaud with admiration.By Whirlwind social syndrome,So much is changed and swallowed,So little good is followed,What will be left of Us?Of Nations?Come tomorrow.
Will evil still persist,Will Poetry be criminalized?As being too personalized,By that free, ‘subversive’ twist.
When poets dream,The world becomes betterAnd Love goes further,
To rhyme with the wind,Without it taking me,To sail in Freedom’s Sea,Without seeming to be,What I am not,Nor could ever be,Write with plain sincerity,So that every work that’s written,Is a small but deep felt homage,To free thinking’s sovereignty.
When by yourself,It calms your nerves,Truly a new friend found.