Life has truly changed
As if, into a small circle, I am caged
Depression drove me, to daily toil
Out of solitude, mind mends to boil
Life is never fresh
Unaware, how can I relish to refresh?
Life is worse than hell
Untold woes, to whom shall I tell?
I was not prepared to face, such sucker punch
From normal life, should I retrench?
Life is an illusion, true love you shall hardly find
Learnt that love is a mirage of the mind!
Above poem is adapted from the eBook “WOUND OF LOVE DOESN’T ANNEAL! AND OTHER POEMS ON SAD LOVE ” by Mr.V.Muthu manickam. Copyright is held by V.Muthu manickam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a mirage of the mind! Great poem, Muthu. Thank you for sharing