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
- On Friendship by Phillis Wheatley
- Two Stranger Birds in Our Feathers by Mahmoud Darwish
- Jewels by Sara Teasdale
- Love’s Blindness poem – Alfred Austin
- Incident Characteristic Of A Favorite Dog by William Wordsworth
- The Generals by Shel Silverstein
- Eye By Eye by Nijole Miliauskaite
- Sculpture of Debris on the Waterfront by Martina Reisz Newberry
- The Songs of the Lathes by Rudyard Kipling
- The Colloquy Beneath by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
- Владимир Высоцкий – Схвати судьбу за горло, словно посох
- Владимир Маяковский – Тамара и демон
- On The Tomb Of A Priestess Of Artemis by Sappho
- Юлия Друнина – Я не привыкла
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).
