UNDONE

Undone

To begin does not mean,
That things will come to an end,
And half done things are like unrecognizable companions,
As in vacuum words are left unheard,
Every house has some hearts and in hearts
A few things are kept in cages,
Sometimes cages and homes became synonymous,
The security and restlessness, the flight and sinking,
Are all same,
Communications are often good when are done share heart,
But some talks are not like talks anymore,
Half said and half heard,
Life might seem musical, but
The music of life is broken,
Life is undone,
An unrecognizable companion.

Reviews

[Anjali]

Good work, could connect with the sentiments expressed in your poem.

[David E Navarro]

This has some English syntax translation issues, but is a good poem otherwise, and expressive sentimental poem. Nice work.