Under thy mist, I woke this morning up
Time was up, before the time ends,
You died in time, my tender days
You are away, lean, leaner and vanished
My tears just falling down
But I do not cry, they drive me
the night far the distance
from innocence
Who had ever returned to you?
Nor shall thou
My return to innocence falls apart
Thy hands are short and Ears are deaf
Too short to hold me back
Too weak to hear my plead
Out my world, they fly, jump and run
They are in thy field, my children
You had deceived me, and
They shall be deceived
For,
I, We believed, these days
Were not going to end
But
Ended…
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Nice poem….really touching..and hard experience
Who had ever returned to you?…really true
” If winter comes can spring be far behind”
And a day can never be ended forever
nice poem..!!!!!..touching indeed
Hi arun i just came to see yr site while cheking for lyrics…but you have nice poems…i just love this…and copied to my book…dont worry..i will give your name if i show this to someone…
Did you mean you woke the morning or you woke up in the morning?
The latter…
The plowman homeward plods his weary way(Thomas Gray, “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” )Here although the way is expressed weary it is understood that the plow man is weary after his work, one kind of hypallage, also known as a transferred epithet. Just like I woke the morning up mean I woke up)
Arun
hi Arun
Simply Superb poem.keep rocking 🙂
HI
Nice poem…can u translate this too malayalam?
Im not sure, if that is possible… certain things are like that, the beauty lies in its originality alone…well I ll try…