He shouts “Help me everyone
Come on! I’m in a kiln
Burning is my bare skin! ”
Further whines and complains
“Don’t you have compassion?
For a suffering fellow-man”
A Wiseman explains, “Well!
That’s your hand-made hearth
Smouldering in it are fuels
Raw, rough and cruel charcoals
You dug out from darkest
Corners of your heart and
Piled out around in your life
Lust, greed and great anger
Envy, passion and dirty conceit
All ensembled to blaze hellfires
In your hollow mind furnace
To pull you out: there’s none
A friend can wipe your tears
As an act of mere solace
Even God on your prayers
Can give you only strength
To endure this scorching pain
To pull you out there’s none! !
The man in woebegone kiln
Shouts again “What’s the solution? ”
Wiseman smiled and advised
“It’s simple my dear friend
Stand up and just walk out”
...compact and lovely composition indeed! It has emitted the truth..........10+++++
The suffering you can bring upon yourself by your misdeeds that only you can change. Very clever way of saying it....10
One-man show of warding off woes by one's own self...'stand up and just walk out' speaks everything...poetic beauty simply exquisite..fantastic
You are an expert in writing exquisite poetry about human psychology.A 10!
Fortunate is that man who has been given a second chance. I like your positive conclusion. Excellent write. Warm regards, Sandra
Hi Sathya. a wonderful peice of work and I also like the conclusion at the end. well done Regards Dave T.
I liked the subject matter and the poetical treatment given! The last two lines gives it a positive conclusion! -Raj Nandy
in the end a good advice to him...a sincere attempt in writing poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
easier said than done, no? enjoyed the metaphor!