Alone......
I Want To Go To The Streets
Where My Father Trod With His Empty Wallet.
I Wish An Expedition
To My Mother's Destitute Wedding Day.
I Like To Soar Beyond My Sister's
Fickle Dreams.
I Have To Glean My Wife's Immaculate Thoughts,
My Daughter's Profound Soliloquies.
Alone.....
I Don't Dare To Go To Me.
I Fear The Hubub Of Ghosts And Gods.
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Solitude may take us on travail through the memory lane.. but do the memories wean us away from it? Hardly! ! ! Good poem enjoyed. Top score
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the nice pic.. perturbing… gels with the mood..