Volumes of emotion
Suppressed inside each thought
With stubborn penetration...
Membranes of consciousness
Break the captivity
Of dependency
And become self-entity...
Like stolen articles,
These elements of mind
Kept inside are skeptical
Of rightful ownership
And knowing the persuasion
Of selfless division,
Give back composition...
Plucked at the peak of sadness,
Emotion's flavor
Is captured in essence...
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wow this is really good! It somehow flowed easily, and I really enjoyed reading this!
(Plucked at the peak of sadness) , I like this line...emotions suppressing the thoughts and sometimes stabbing my consciousness of conscience also... Really a wonderful poem. A vivid write... Enjoy a lot...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This may look easy at first, but gets deeper as one tries to delve into it. Good job.