Sounds no one heard but me,
shriek of woes excruciating survival,
the heads recoil sipping juice of no residue,
tentacles move invisibly possessing even every grains left,
no sooner the mighty squeeze the birth to rest.
So sincere, shroud, solemn never seen,
the sickly glow of treacherous footpath,
encompassing the populated minorities of dark,
a claim so erratic in taboo's milieu
so weird in the delirium of one's illusion.
the new fires in the struggle for breakthrough
optimistic ball left the brain on its wreckage,
forming a new horizon the renewal of the past,
the past of injustice, in corehent and incompassion.
the world of wealth, power, popularity and greed.
meditation descends now to propel the gear,
conscience sparks and eliminates the filthy,
integrity hoists the emblem of chastity,
compassion dwells the upheaving brains to sweal
together on tribe slash the hammock of society's ill.
times emerge no more for us to enjoy,
why imprisoned the heart of no options
the 'eye' of life winks never a second, a minute,
to curse the agony you cause in our course, yesterday to repent, somehow too late, today should be the day! .
(Note: written during the day when there's a delayed in salary of teachers.)
This poem is a great...survival of the fittest..just to live..atleast we did survive..despite in times of agony and grief.
In this advancing society one has to fullfill all living requirements of oneself and in situations like that it is indeed a self agony that keeps on excruciating with the difficulties.....Very well organized the thoughts and written them in wonder pattern...........10/10
GRABE KA AS I WAS READING THIS POEM IT SEEMS A NOSTALGIC MEMORIES WITH MY MAMA EVERYTIME I ASK HER ALLOWANCE LAGI DELAYED TEACHERS SALARY, N ALOAN PA SA COOP, ADTO PA CAGAYAN, GRABE, YOU KNOW THAT WAS AN AGONIZING EXPERIENCE THAT I NEGLECTED TO BE A TEACHER THOUGH I BELIEVE DEEPLY THAT IS MY NOBLE CALLING. NOW I KNOW A GIFT OF BEING A TEACHER IS NOBLE, A SACRIFICE, NEED NOT TO BE NEGLECTED IN LIEU FOR A VANISHING MATERIAL WEALTH. SANA MAG KA KILALA KAYO MAMA KO SHE IS APPLYING FOR PRINCIPAL 2
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
remarkable! chosen words are fine! 10+