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
- Олег Григорьев – Тонет муха в сладости
- IN VINCULUM by PEGGY AYLSWORTH
- The Emigrant
- Владимир Маяковский – Дурацкий сон (РОСТА №234)
- it flows by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Корнилов – Небо
- And their feet move by Sappho
- Joy-Bells by Siegfried Sassoon
- Let me Count the Poets Left by Michael K. Shiu
- Ольга Берггольц – Анна Ахматова в 1941 году в Ленинграде
- krishna039s_advice_to_arjuna.html
- Only If I Know by Rifat Ilgaz
- Silent consolation by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Олег Григорьев – Футбол
- Ольга Ермолаева – Герасим Грачевник
Some external links:
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).
