Before it is time,
even the night will not come
although the sleepy, peeping birds
are sometimes deceived
by dusk’s lurking shadows.
Even the day will not come
before it is time,
but the dew will water its path
and wait patiently on leaves.
.
And, even if we may blow candles
every year, death will not come,
and the wax will not melt away
into a faceless heap, before it is time.
Just as my muse will not come,
wandering as a pigeon
and drop a sentence, a twig,
in my balcony, before it is time.
Copyright ©: Minal Sarosh
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, by William Wordsworth
- The Harvest Moon by Ted Hughes
- Palms and Hearts by Olawuyi Mutiu
- Гавриил Державин – Ключ
- Parnell by William Butler Yeats
- Олег Бундур – Скука
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On Wm. Hood, Senr., In Tarbolton:
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- Новелла Матвеева – Мне кажется
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Parting With A Kind Host In The Highlands:
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- The Hanging Tree
- My Ink by Mike Yuan
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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