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
- Dedication To Lady Windsor poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet (IX) : Flesh o flesh ! The momentous , the mortal , the doomed by Neelam Sinha
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Genesis by Vachel Lindsay
- Алексей Плещеев – Ее мне жаль
- Psalm 87 poem – John Milton poems
- Eclogue:–Come And Zee Us In The Zummer by William Barnes
- Searching by Mike Yuan
- The Mad Philosopher poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Academic Graffiti by W H Auden
- Faun by Sylvia Plath
- Eight O’Clock by Sara Teasdale
- Down in the valley by Marcin Malek
- Lying Down by Robert Desnos
- Николай Глазков – Последний зимний
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
