whether they knew
in my solitude
to the moon I talk…, and even if appears
to the stars, I complain…, and even if it blinks
with the chant of wind, I knit silence
and passed the time with a small candle glowing reluctantly
o how sad
this heart wrapped in bitterness thus not able to welcome love
these eyes were not able to gaze the world which clouded by hypocrisy
this tongue not able to spell the misery of soul which wallowed in loneliness
and they called me as
a cool breeze that touches the dried soul
harp’s string that calmed the rhythm of the heart
and my poem were the words of gods
their assessment was too high
gosh…., I’m just someone
whose befriended with night and sleeping in the cocoon of loneliness
whose thought and feelings were searching for the justification
of self and the greatest meaning of life
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(written 3 years ago in my old book)
-mei-
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asalamaleikum. I hope you are well and good, you were the first of people to ever like my poems. I think of you often and wish peace and love to you and yours. please forgive my impertinence. but it is necessary for me to let you know that your beautiful poetry and images have affected me in a most positive manner. Thankyou. (sorry if I spelt asalamaleikum incorrectly). Gary John Steele.
I hope you are well. Peace and love to you and yours.
I’m good. Love to you as well.