The only irony is, , ,
you ve been sowed by a shallow seed
which dwelled in a weed
a wayward ir responsible wind
got you to virgin earth,
a gush of seconds.. where the corpse was battered
witnessing the dream get shattered
The creepy crawly weight, , on the meek fragile breath
weeks of torture, , , months of turmoils, , ,
and there grew a Golden bud in the womb of soil
firming its root in my hollow soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is something new. a different poem compared to so many poems here in poemhunter. you are a special poet. and there grew a Golden bud in the womb of soil firming its root in my hollow soul very nice symbols which can be interpreted in so many different ways i like this poem very much.. thank u for sharing..