It's A Curse Poem by Sridatta Gupta
It's A Curse
In a corner I sit alone
Rocking on my haggard chair
Worn out walls with protruding stones
Gleaming dust scuttling in the air
Behold I see a window pane
A ray of light flowing in
I move my legs but they are chained
The apparitions smirk and say; ‘We win'
Is it my old age or my amputated leg?
Is it my bubbling soul burning in rage?
My future looks so vague
As disease ravage my body like a plague
Loneliness is a curse
Old age is even worse
I once again want to bask under the warmth of my youth
I want to shun this life's harsh truth
First, thanks for the beautiful poppies and symbols, second, your poem is awesome.
Loneliness is a curse Old age is even worse I once again want to bask under the warmth of my youth I want to shun this life's harsh truth your pain is clear in these lines....
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 9:06:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A good start with a nice poem, Sridatta. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.