Heart wounded with drab desires
increasing dreams of independence
on a sleepless hidden mid night
where every one are trapped by dreams
except the crusader at his unlucky edge
with a lot of impotency on himself
waiting for a revolution with impunity
to face a immortal combat against truth
like the hermit but with a lot of questions
rocking his brain here and there
and forcing him to write this bullshit! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's real poetry...comes out forcibly to tell you what one feels about oneself...you liked it or not...you excell with your expressive write, Rohith...10