Life had come into my life
And furtively, had taken away
The luminous stars from my eyes,
And the imagination of my mind,
The innocent dreams of my heart
And threw them away, with all my hope,
In a deserted terrain of my being;
And I found myself bereft of my being:
In the repetitive circle of routine,
In a vapid mundane reality
That deprives me of my existence;
Saturating itself at the core of whatever
Might have become of my life.
Outstanding poem, MP... The life of my Life is one of your finest poem wisely written, I quote: And I found myself bereft of my being: In the repetitive circle of routine, In a vapid mundane reality That deprives me of my existence; Saturating itself at the core of whatever Might have become of my life.
Luminous stars from eyes have sparked in to life that has come again in sense. In circle of routine finding self with nice mood is interesting. But still dilemma comes and reduce happiness is so sad. That deprives existence is thought provoking.10.
That is the case with most of us. You have captured a human dilemma in sheer poetic brilliance. Thanks. (10)
Mundane and monotonous life becomes oppressive casting away cherished dreams in the torrents of misery. Wonderful poem. Loved it.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life has come into my life and the routines of boring life the tug of war between the routines and urge to do something new every time is well put together in your poem