At the intersections
The path is to catch us,
Its name is life.
Live the Moment
Only on this mood,
How much interest backwards
Towards the new floor.
Some flowers will be puffed up, some forks are laid,
Still don’t mind,
It shattered the mind,
Still Walking Tan
Endure every pain
They would have floated over a river of blood.
Memories bloomed,
Dreams were shattered,
The Moment goes on.
The reader will find this to be an intriguing foray into the realms of existentialism and a fine exemplar of the author’s inimitable poetic metier.
Thank u sir……..
A fine, profound contemplative poem.
Struggles and quandaries of life provide great lessons, expressed in an impressive manner.