I know not what life is,
I know not death,
I know not who I am,
I don't remember a bit
I live to see where my soul is,
Die to see it go.
I'm an ancient soul in this eye of God,
And, I'm all alone.
I look back at all my lives,
And think, why?
But I have to live, so I die.
I try to recall all that happened,
I see nothing..nobody..no relations.
I want to know where I will go now,
I want to go, I have no patience.
I bid goodbye to all I had, all that life gave.
I seep into the memories that'll never be.. and sink into my grave.
Even now, I know not what life is,
I know not death.
I know not who I am,
I don't remember a bit.
okay! first i get a shock that you have a blog!
ReplyDeletesecond , i get a bigger shock reading this blog!!
i love the way you've written the poem!!
lalzo wts with ur philo man...but its good
ReplyDeletenic ta see ur writing improve drastically im proud :)
huh!
ReplyDeletedeeki-thanks a lot..but, shock??why?
tara- thank you. he he.. and thanks for being a constant (fair) critic of my stuff..
my pleasure!! im sure ur still waiting for my blog posts...dnt worry i'll put it up soon!
ReplyDeleteshock becoz i didnt no you write and own a blog thats why!!
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