Cherished Hope
It is an end of a canyon;
It was told me so
before my sigh dropped abruptly.
Anxious insanity crawls
and knocks the dim memories;
Ceased my soul in my gullibility.
Wind wheezed words
while I walked with my mistakes,
"Don't take risk in your spirit!"
Being alive would lose it's worth
If planet of my days miss
Regular dose of challenges.
Giving a wink to the secret wish
And waiting for a flipping coin,
I'm still reciting cherished hope of You and I.
BS
21:24
5th February 2010
Ygn
One of my friends gave a feedback about my poems. Honest, simple and valuable for me. My friend said,
ReplyDelete"sometime i am thinking whether an author should write for readers to understand or just write whatever on their minds. that's the question u made me ask myself after reading most of ur un-understandable poems, in eng of course. coz even when u write in myanmar it is very difficult to understand. not to mention in eng"