- Separation -
The winter comes and it comes with law,
The biting cold is it's chariot,
It's icy hand will break all that is old.
It is breaking by slow space,
It breaks all the seasons' greetings
and fervours of hearts,
Winter is the resting bower of nature.
The flowers that bloom
are the commemoration of death,
The setting Sun shines the Moon,
The cold Earth receives the cold moon,
With similar warth of heart.
In deep pain and love unheeded
Winter reigns,
It is the sason of death,
Let us be true to life and face it,
Death is the end of life's sordid past.
The beginning of new era,
New poem of life,
I know, new is painful
always heart wish to swim the bygone dream.
The nostalgia,
Let us face death with courageous
brain,
The snow blows with biting stroke
On the lawn mower the desolate street,
Upclom the mountain top.
The celebration of silence,
Winter comes with warning for the aged to get into being,
It's song is silent and non-referring.
The music is silent and deep,
Life's ultimate journey gets momentum with it's unborn symphony.
Season's coldness is heavy to our tenebrous minds,
The cold, mistiness outside will bring change,
Making way to germination,
Winter is the prime rib of harbouring the saplings underneath.
The father spirit to drive the seed to warm womb of mother Earth,
Time with fleeting wings will pass into nothingness,
And our long Love's days with memory deep will stay in every passing clouds.
In the orchestra of the crickets
And the chirping delight of the birds,
In the sprout when spring will bring new boon of mild air and hope
New to touch the sky.
We will grow with them,
Let us embrace death with delightful breath to part through the way of heart.
The coming season is the coming of our test,
That we should rest like the buds that warm the summer,
The separation has a beauty for the space for Love to grow.
Let us know the eternal root of existence,
Life is beautiful and so the death,
Cold season is the harbinger,
Let us be in between.
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It is winter here my Dear My wif'e widowed friend decided to go she had been admitted to ICU By her son who sent me so many messages save my mommy I send him an sms I had met with an accident hurt myself all over how can I come.My spouse kicked me get up your not yet dead she is dying save his only mommy I..read the rest at my palace ok.... nice one urs too...
Every season comes with certain law. Winter with cold time and summer with hot time come and go. Life is beautiful with death. A deeply penned excellent and nice poem shared...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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