High in a tower securely bound,
With chains and padlocks made of steel.
Thirty feet above the ground,
Where blows the wind with a bitter chill.
A heart inprisoned in a cage,
Struggles and fights to be set free.
Grinding and clenching teeth in rage,
Testing the bars constantly.
Bitter bondage inside that cell,
Where nothing stirs except the chains.
Securely holding a soul in hell,
With eternal agony and constant pains.
No key to the padlocks will be found,
The tower is too steep to climb.
The chains make their metallic sounds,
And the wind blows bitter all the time.
Forever more locked in that cell,
This heart will remain securely bound.
Inside this bitter desolate shell,
Thirty feet above the ground.
30 feet is not too high to save a living heart. Better I suggest, immediately hire a ladder, if don't get it, ask the defence service for their helicopter. You should take such step immediately and at once.....remember, nothing on the earth and universe is more precious than a human heart. As a poet you should take such challenge. Otherwise....I have no other oprions to provide. A poetry written so skillfully, just like a man moving on the sharp edge of a long blade. Binding but not eros.Yes, where balance of keeping purity of the soul is the prime condition. You have not crossed such parameter, so it is a good poem. Beautiful. You are no doubt an efficient runner in the field of poetry. Perhaps it is called the tallent. Thank you. Write more....... Regards 10+ pranab
A sad refrain, but it's well written. I gave it a 10. I wrote a poem about Lady Diana that was similiar to this one, called 'An Isolated Soul', if you care to read it. Spiritsong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem! A writhing heart chained and caged. May I call it a perfect sybolism or a great imagery? Much can be said on both sides. You are simply extraordinary in your ideas. Great write.