Walking on these silent roads

discovering yourself

Walking on these silent roads,

I could hear some one’s call.

A feeble plea or a mumbling roar,

Sounding like my own soul.

 

I knew her well, all my life.

She was with me in joy and despair.

I cried with her, I laughed with her,

And yet one day I lost that affair.

 

My hair is turning slowly grey,

My skin is wrinkling all the way,

Now I have only words to pray,

And nothing,  really to say.

 

I heard her once again today.

Walking on these silent roads,

A feeble plea or a mumbling roar,

Sounding like my own soul.

Author's Note

beginner in poetry.Need constructive criticism.thank you

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

manju,

its the inner self which haunts the writer for more. But one never feels it as one does not care how he/she breaths...........

carry on.....

m p ramesh

[Maya]

Great poem. Love your writing

[manju menon]

Thank you Maya..I am glad you liked it

[Deboleena]

Fantastic !!! I loved reading this kind of poetry....

[manju menon]

Thank u so much..that's a great encouragement