Thwarted your dreams'?
Withheld the fruits of hope?
The fruits of wit?
Of toil?
Of strength?
Of pain?
Has it blasted all
And left you chill,
Afraid,
Alone,
Yet facing still
A darker path
That must be trod
Alone?
Take hands with all who live
To left,
To right,
Or,
Make a gloomy choice of feiv
And with them sit
In some lone, sheltered place
Asking of each his story.
Or, better yet,
Or, best,
In silence sit
Harking the hopeless beat
Of each one's lonely heart
And wait,
Or dream,
Trusting a common misery to make soft
Or dull
The gorgon story
Of the human soul
Waiting for imminent salvation on road of happiness. Some times waiting is pernicious cause it causes mere hallucination of blissful future while there will not be any liberation within gates of future but shackles of prisons and dungeons have constructed by leading a life of futile hope and absurd sanguine.
Mind of crazy desires working at its peak tone while being entrapped in an avalanche may be of little use. Still, it is better than not thinking at all. Best would be to foresee what might happen. Quite profound message from a matured. Congrats for being at the peak. X
This poem is simply amazing. It speaks much more than life could teach in a scroll.
I am so thankful that the excellence of this piece of writing has been recognized by a couple of ten votes- -it may not be every reader's cup of tea but it IS well-written in every way you want to examine a poem. I have felt astonished and challenged by this work every time I read it. It deserves multiple readings and contemplations. Read Mohammad Maleki's comment for a truly learned response. 10
Trusting a common misery to make soft or dull The gorgon story of human soul. Meaningful conclusion. Thanks for sharing it here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Waiting for imminent salvation on road of happiness. Some times waiting is pernicious cause it causes mere hallucination of blissful future while there will not be any liberation within gates of future but shackles of prisons and dungeons have constructed by leading a life of futile hope and absurd sanguine. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem