within each breath
return the lost essence
which resides in lethargy, lassitude, fatigue
for which is awaited appointments and anticipations
which dreams but cannot fulfil them ever
which is engrossed in a deep, sombre slumber.
within each breath
return me the lost spirit
of enthusiasm, simplicity, purity
which has sublimed since eta
which makes feel inhumane, mundane, muddled
which maims the soul and bleeds
within each breath
return the lost mettle
to start a new voyage
to reach the prescribed destination
to fulfil every action
vested in decorum, determination, dedication
which would bring out the true self
to be what is 'really'
to be meant what truly it is
to unravel the mask, to peel off the coverings
within each breath
to realise the 'ultimate', 'Infinite' Self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem