O my soul! Where is thy gentle healing touch
That caressed me.
Why do I feel so dry?
Like a dry log that has been put on life's pyre
To burn and burn....
Warm ashes, now left to become cold,
To be scattered with wind of time-
Pinch by pinch....
Lost are thy soft footsteps of love
That guided me.
Stripped of your light
Moon and stars plunge in darkness.
All went astray but a dull aching memory.
It carries on…
Receding in Chaos.....
O my soul! Will you hold on to it?
Savita Tyagi
Stripped of your light Moon and stars plunge in darkness. All went astray but a dull aching memory. It carries on… Receding in Chaos..... O my soul! Will you hold on to it? .......impressive expression with outstanding conceptualization. A beautiful poem. Thank you dear madam for sharing this gem.10
too much of soul try to avoid whole sole live life as you would be happy you should
O Soul, O my soul you are the bird yeah, the unusual bird comes and goes frequently yet unseen, unknown o the unstable heart still you are in lack of knowledge still your cage of the bird in delusion the mirage, the infatuation wraps you fancifully thats why the bird still comes and goes frequently though unseen-unknown absolutely......///
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very very very compelling write, Savita! - - -> Why do I feel so dry? Like a dry log that has been put on life's pyre To burn and burn...< - - - - - - - that is awesome in its power! 10+++++++++ and onto my fav list