Cracked near the dusty mountains,
As the weary sun does bleed
My heart sobs out,
Its music much like a hollow reed.
This ebbing day,
Tints suture on every cloud.
In this misty flirty darkness,
I can see my very own shroud.
Puffing its weeds, Night blows out lamps of the day.
Decked I am with trophies and garlands of defeat.
Who once were friends eventually said nay,
Pain it does, not having a haven to retreat.
Fires and shadows mingle silently,
With the gloom of dust,
The quest seems dying now persistently,
Life slips out of grasp, my blood seems to rust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fires and shadows mingle silently, With the gloom of dust, The quest seems dying now persistently, Life slips out of grasp, my blood seems to rust. sad emotions...... but there is always a way to come out of depression...... begin to love and pray. begin to love God and human beings.. begin to love nature. animals and all that 'God created. simply give love........... and one can come out of depressive moods......... thank you dear poetess. you made me think a lot.. tony
Thanks :)