thrown arrow hit
three inches
below the target
where stood
a nut-cracker
to show the origin
of original shooter
never got any
definite syndrome
to dominate
the life
avoiding death
by its devastating practice
to defy
the glory of human challenge
thrown arrow
never been withdrawn
by any octave
to shallow
the melody of
indefinite anguish
and
at this juncture
simply when ask
Melord! would you be
a little bit humble
to allow another opportunity
a silent laugh
took away the target
to a vanishing horizon
never been witnessed later
any other thrown
rather than to carry
the doctrine of meaningfulness
of living...!
Pranab k c
Edited: 14/04/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting style of writing, I like it. The only rhythm to your poem is in the last 4 lines of each verse. And that is also the only part that has a rhyme within it. Enjoyed this poem Pranab. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn