o tears, hot and swelling,
why do you well up in my eyes
in uncompromising floods today?
o my weak-walled heart
why do you weigh
so unbearably heavy today?
o my silent throat
why do you choke my breath
so often and so mercilessly?
o my aged limbs
why do you fold pithless today?
i weep bitterly..no..no
weep in depthless affection
lonely i sit in a corner
like a machine operating
another identical machine
it is a self-exile
for a noble cause
but the foolish heart
never listens to any reason!
o god, why some days
more cruel in tormenting the soul?
why on some days
joy falls dead slashed at its wings?
lo..let me finish my steaming lines
lest they dissolve in streaming tears!
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S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poet has the pain and grief thinking as what it should be and how it is...poet not only merry maker but they have right to lead and plead both..well done