Time becomes a tired child
In this workshop of tiny life
Now the paths greenery and withering
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Truth! Nothing is true, translucent but transient What I see- interludes of drama. The message you wish to tell us, has been brought by this gorgeous write! Indeed, nothing is true! Absolutely right! You see reality. Your eyes don't deceive you! Eachn time I visit your poem site, you've created better poems, Mahtab. This is my way of telling you that you write brilliant poems, absolutely! A 10+++++
Great impressive metaphorical poem, on time and life. Kudos for how you express superbly.
Profound poem. Life is a mirage. It is like holding sand the more we try to tighten the grip the quickly it falls apart. Past is the dust left behind it will only makes our hands dirty. Thought Provoking poem 100++
Time becomes tired child In this workshop of tiny life.............! A powerful and poignant opening! Time and life are equally tired! It is a powerful mirroring of the times when Covid and natural disasters are destroying the zest for living and everyone has tired eyes and diminishing hopes!
An astute observation on what is prevailing in life nowadays. Yes, truth is translucent but transient and can be twisted. A very perceptive write well crafted.
" What I see- interludes of drama" what an in depth ending... that confines the entire poem in just one statement... Beautiful...!
Drama! ! ! Growing up! Facing the muse of time. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.