Vibrate with me wholly
and
sole physically
more than mentally
of vibrations
of soul
you know only
let it be performed
by you lonely
but
H E A V E N L Y
Woes
and
their
throes
does only worry me
no
not about me
but those
in throes
what will happen
when I also go
to the garbage bin of time
when all me also throw
to seemingly end
their predestined woe
what worries me most
what will happen to those
as each one does me throw
in the memory lane of time
no one knows
who first goes
get back now
to your own woes
forget my
throes
who first goes get back now to your own woes forget my throes. ...fine poetry
...... We all have woes unique and throes distinct, when we''re gone we leave our loved ones with new woes. An elegantly crafted work peeps
Musing along! ! ! ! In the memory lane of time! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The beauty of flowers Crave man to pluck it Does the flower forger to bloom, Remembering the throes gloom. Events always happen To pull you aback all time I choose to walk whatever be At least, I fought myself and tried. No one is perfect But that's the beauty We strive to become perfect Until we actually learn to act perfect. A beautiful creation. Thank-you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the memory lane of time........glorious piece..........thank u.......anjandev roy.