Far beyond the shores of life
Our fragile souls lie in wait,
Crying profusely for the life we behold,
Encassed in the eerie silence of doubts
Like a ship's bottom sheathed in copper
Shrills in the waves and toss of the ocean.
Far beneath the underworld,
Our tender hearts clothed in fear.
Tears flowing down our veins
As the uncertainty of our venture
Still remains a mirage! A phantasm!
We do not seem to comprehend
Why the world have light but desire darkness;
We lie in darkness but long for their light.
How sweet is this darkness wherein we're born,
How pleasant is this brutality we're exposed.
Did we but ask for this?
Don't you know you'll have us to miss?
Yet you caused her open her hidden treasure
And you both did enjoy the pleasure.
Why did you not value those semen
That you comfortably poured through her hymen?
Why did you not close the haven of your apple juice
'Till you wear his smiling ring in the altar of your 'yes? '
O' will you ever hear someone call you 'Mummy? '
Will you see us running up to welcome you Daaddy? '
Now we could hear your soothing excuses:
'Dry your tears I beseech you
For the life you quest has no use'mummy said.
'Weep no more I charge thee
For this land you crave is so vain' daddy begged.
O' we weep excessively for our dead
Who you forced to travel the land of no end.
But....
So ready we promise to endure,
If those chance you still can restore.
And when we'll be willing again to sojourn,
Bid our Maker to entreat us
The true mission of our creation.
Bid them unveil to us
That deep secret of the spirit being
Long hidden in that empty vessel called flesh-
The greatest puzzle we all can't unravel,
For we do not want to face those troubles
Our born-mates already have seen them in doubles.
We forgive your shameful ignorance,
And promise to give you a second chance.
(c) 27th Aug,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Didn't really work for me. Some of the lines seem out of place or otherwise simply unnecessary. There's also a good deal of conflicts in diction. The measure you can not seizure no matter the pleasure I suppose sound kind of neat as a collection of words. But it doesn't really make sense. I don't mean to discourage you Rich. There's potential in it. I wouldn't spend my time commenting just to poke fun or anything like that. I think this one needs some revisions is all. Keep at it mate, I'm sure you've got many good ones yet to come