Saw what I was born to see,
Said what I was born to say,
Kissed what I was born to kiss,
Something I still miss.
Sang what I was born to sing,
Painted what I was born to paint,
Loved you o ye the bliss,
Something I still miss.
Played what I was born to play,
Won what I was born to win,
Proved as a man of crisis,
Something I still miss.
Lost what I was born to lose
Who can conquer the fate?
I am a slave of Nemesis!
Something I still miss.
YOU CAN miss nothing others may miss you Congrats you have again entered the within 500 poets ring
Something I still miss. I too of not having met sir you
Played what I was born to play, Won what I was born to win, Proved as a man of crisis, Something I still miss. /// superb and really an enjoyable poem penned on fate; greatly I enjoyed
We human beings are after so many things. Attain many. Still we feel missing something. What we must attain is God where we won't miss further any. Beautiful poetic depiction of life's accessories such as achievements challenges, dissatisfaction and destiny. Well crafted poem 10+
Missing is a feeling when u feel missing something but yet we still own it. And to me this feeling, or missing itself is exist for a reason and should be appreciated as it is... because, it indicates us how much we have and progress in past so i appreciate it even if we are not that that time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fascinating poem........10+++==