Like a corpse left behind
In desert by the caravan
That had to go on
On journey unfinished.
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Forlorn, the very word is like a bell/ to toll me back from thee to my sole self... how right our Keats is! such a thought might never allow you to stay in any (even faint) attempt of the strong refuge of imagination...a deep wistful expression is shared indeed! ! !
Poetic tears emerged as images of hurt scenes..good work, very descriptive! _Soul
Totally agree what Payal said regarding your poem, always finds wistful desires n unfinished panic conditions in your poem, nostalgic touch enhance ur poem's beauty too. well done. don't stop ur pen, keep penning ;)
you sure know how to put life into your write, i always feel like i am watching it happen you create a piece with beauty of emotion and love...bravo sir
, , , this one is so good, , , each stanza is so meaningful, ,