seek not for the pounding of the heart
but pursue the caress of the gathering
if it is not your true self,
then where is the wanting soul?
so be it if the caress is stymied
and in fairness we shall part
a good-bye without the tears
a life with no boundaries
a soul with no recourse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sure things should come up from the soul, not heart..because the heart follows brain most of times and brain always inspires from things which are seen good to eyes.. your idea and logic in this poem is great and you expressed it well and the poem is much thoughful and meaningful also..liekd it very much and inspiring one..well done..10/10