Deep down me,
Recedes a voice,
Gone with it's poise,
An echo of a knight,
A relentless warrior,
Fought peacfully on his will's behalf,
Thought gregariously to mend the world,
Feigned by the beauty,
Torn by the harsh reality,
Lost his eccentricity.
Oh! there recedes the voice,
Voice of the dumb,
Left with it's flesh and bone,
Borne to mourn,
Tears alone to drown the soul,
Receded the voice,
Dumped me heartless, painless,
To face the crooked world.
The poem pregnant with thoughts. It is the crisis of the deaf culture.... It never dumps, it always jumps, we have no ear, we have our own fears, whole life is tears and jeers. CP
i, d rather say...be cool, keep calm.....wait until ull not be confused..
is it the agony or...whatever...soul is soul to be controlled... you hv your own version of interpritation... good to share with us.. shaff
A beautiful poem. It was well expressed. Keep it up.10+++
The crying..........dying soul..................wanting for a replenishment.anyones? ? ? ?
The ruthless world drowns all hopes....thus kills the inner warrior, defeats our will and leaves us in an ocean of disppointment! ! ! A thoughtful write...thanks for sharing!
This is a deep and very introspective poem. 'Fought peacefully on his will's behalf' is an outstanding line, Well done. Jim
wow thats deep, very good though. It really paints a picture for the readers and helps us to understand what is being expressed. keep up the good work +10 :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful thoughts...awakening write.. lamentation of your soul...great reflections... a conscience talking....great write.....10++++