No Ship To Shelter
P
Prabir Gayen
0
Altın Yaprak
- No ship to shelter -
The pain that is frozen will not melt with the ray's of sun,
The sound of vernal muse will not break the amassed apony.
The waves that pour moment by moment upon my bare breath,
Will not find peace untill cease.
The storms of emotion without hope swell inside the medullary of my mind,
Twisting itto squeeze the purport
Of life,
The work without hope and hope against hope.
Sound of thought and jingling of emotion dilate the adumbration on the free siprit of mine.
Death - silent searing death is the relief.
Life is a vain reliance on the shore for no ship to Shelter.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş