A fistful of Peace
Lighting candle in the swirling dark
I pine for a fistful of peace
That will relieve me from agony and pain
My wonderful days have lost
In the deep delved cave of past
Scraps of memory often appears
Before my cold eyes
Like a phantom of dark night
Giving me a brief delight
My radiant hopes have sunk
In the waves of very deep ocean
My long cherished dreams are shattered
Like broken pieces of glass
I wait for a ray of sunlight
Sitting in a cauldron of dark night
I pray for heavenly bliss
In the form of lasting peace.
Shakil Ahmed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We need peaceful live to lead and it is possible for heavenly bliss from God. So nicely depicted. Full vote.