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
- Surprised By Joy by William Wordsworth
- Picking Cherries by Mike Yuan
- Николай Гумилев – За стенами старого аббатства
- Владимир Набоков – Путь
- Come by Samuel Stephen Wakdok
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Первая борозда
- Witch Burning by Sylvia Plath
- The Strange Lady by William Cullen Bryant
- The Invisible by Rixa White
- Legacy by Vinko Kalinić
- Владимир Степанов – Ёжик и дождик
- A Song In Storm by Rudyard Kipling
- Ballad about a stinking flower by Vinko Kalinic
- Николай Глазков – Почему я отказался от самолёта
- Since That Summer by Mike Yuan
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).
