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
- Shot? So Quick, So Clean an Ending? poem – A. E. Housman
- The Bonnie Earl Moray poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton by Robert Burns
- The Yellow Violet by William Cullen Bryant
- Suppressed Stanzas of “The Vision” by Robert Burns
- Asking For Roses by Robert Frost
- Here by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- Новелла Матвеева – О юморе
- An Epitaph Upon A Virgin by Robert Herrick
- Ballade Of The Bookworm poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Stanzas by William Wordsworth
- The Gardener XLVIII: Free Me by Rabindranath Tagore
- Civil War Songs
- Songs From “Prince Lucifer” II – Mother-Song poem – Alfred Austin
- Translated from Geibel poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
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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).
