Throwing your hands into the sky
If you call she will not listen to you,
If you ask a patch of cloud to wait a while
She will not wait also and listen to you
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If you call her she will not listen to you. Greart work with the muse of love; going on till you fulfil your dreams.
A wonderful, philosophical poem, Sankar. The phrasing loses a little something because of the translation from your native tongue, but the message comes through. I like this kind of poem. Thanks
We must interact with the life around us each and every moment we are alive. We must do it in the present because that is all the reality we have, going back to the past is impossible, we must leave what is done there and not feed upon it but move on, and trying to predict and plan the future is difficult because of the indifference and uncertainty of the world around us and life itself.
Throwing your hands into the sky If you call she will not listen to you If you ask a patch of cloud to wait a while She will not wait and listen to you Stopping her ever flight No color will fall into your hand At your wish. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Looking ahead go on, never stop until Love hails you to her golden heart.- - - - -wow! ! !