Tiny pebbles thrown in the pond,
Hear the ripples create a sound;
A wrestle from internal chaos,
Piling unwanted empty hours.
As rainy season drenched the grounds,
Like thine eyes from tears are drowned;
Mighty wind whips rain of arrows,
Revealing heart's grief and sorrows.
True vengeance for a genuine pain,
Petulantly stormed out from within;
A cry of one soul bound and chained,
Uttering what could 'morrow bring.
Seasons changing one to another,
Heat to cold as mellowed temper;
Hiding fears from claps of thunder,
Like subdued acts of a rising dander.
Lost in a crowded but silent space,
With lighted candles one hand waits;
Until then when secrets unfold,
Someone's emotions kept on hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dee - You did a wonderful rhyming this poem about emotions, but next time I would like to hear more about your life, and your personal feelings. Blessings - Cheryl