Please don’t arrow me
And beat me any more,
Better You put an end
To this life, so poor.
I cannot sustain
Cannot digest anything more,
I am jailed, I am interned
Within these four walls.
Silently in a corner
I am abandoned alone,
Like a bird with it’s broken wings
Being separated from it’s loved.
Though alive, the bird knows
It’s end results well,
Can never ever float in that sky
Stretching those wings again.
The delicate petals and leaves, they all dried and fell
Leaving behind the pricking throngs only in the plant.
Please lift me up from this earth and release me now,
I cannot sustain, cannot digest a single moment more.
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Amitava (7.5.2014) 6-30 am
Most of the souls are crying like this its love which makes the souls smile. Very Impressive poem.
Wow! Amitava. This poem is astounding, it hit my heart and brought tears to my eyes. Amitava you expressed your empty sorrow so gently and tenderly. Comparing your heart to the wounded bird was absolutely brilliant. This is one of my favorites now. Thank you, RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a cry from the heart - which may well be the only spiritual component still functioning in this speaker. Life has taken all of his resources, all that is left is the appeal to some higher power for the end of suffering. He can't access his mind, action is impossible, and his soul is clouded with despair. Only an outside spiritual force can rescue him, and only a paradise apart from the world can restore him.