Throbbing hands
Rusty pens,
Sleepy eyes
Lashes die!
The beginning, the end,
Wearing the same.
Divine nature, how obedient,
So tame!
Bare room
Counting claps,
Measuring inner howl.
Taking thousand naps.
Open sky
Full of stars,
Hues among the clouds
Remind of scars!
Stubborn winter
Gives birth cotton snow,
Long verses;
Lost and aimless.
Seeking for a master to vow.
I know a boat called ‘life’
Where people come and go.
Few are genuine,
Later you will know.
My poems are aging
Like my shrinking skin
So feeble, so naïve
Tell me-
Will they be pardoned for an innocent sin?
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
Throbbing hands
Rusty pens,
Sleepy eyes
Lashes die!
The beginning, the end,
Wearing the same.
Divine nature, how obedient,
So tame!
Bare room
Counting claps,
Measuring inner howl.
Taking thousand naps.
Open sky
Full of stars,
Hues among the clouds
Remind of scars!
Stubborn winter
Gives birth cotton snow,
Long verses;
Lost and aimless.
Seeking for a master to vow.
I know a boat called ‘life’
Where people come and go.
Few are genuine,
Later you will know.
My poems are aging
Like my shrinking skin
So feeble, so naïve
Tell me-
Will they be pardoned for an innocent sin?
