When was it last that you saw me cry?
Looking at the skeleton trees of autumn
When was it last you saw me sigh?
Looking at the boundless horizons.
Life was a seventh wave, which I leaped.
Into it's turbulent waves of passion..
For which sometimes I did weep
As I looked far into the obscured oblivion
With the long road ahead of me
I wondered where to heed
There was so much yet nothing to see
Apart from seeing the wild hearts bleed
The storms of show..were flogging me
To the very pretence of desire
The fortunes, the golds, the glitter and glee
Had taken sweet hearts on hire.
A social contract to show this world
The passerby in my life's road
Which leapt and fell turned and swirled
From the present to the heavenly abode
Was it then? That you last saw me cry..?
Looking at the skeleton trees of autumn?
Was it then? When you last saw me sigh..?
Looking at the boundless horizons
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I find this so beautiful, Avik, full of emotion and conviction, a clear dialogue that solicits attention. Keep on writing.