There she sings,
a tune unrecognised
The heart’s lament
pours out garbled
There he lies;
a life wasted,
the night, for death to arrive
Every smile, for the woman a mask
the man seeking, into the woman, to take a peek
The agony of
company, friendly
In loneliness, not lonely
In sadness, with a smile roam
Death even when sought
refuses to cast its eye
and seek as own
Two people become a crowd as
love, a fragment resides, somewhere
The man espies to ignore woman’s hurt, moan and wail
in maddening, search for heaven away from here
She stayed up most nights
wanting to stare,
catch a glimpse
of a serene face
All that stared back
was a visage
that troubled her vision
Questions, many come back, as
answers that she did not want to answer
the mind
traverses it’s way
to a heaven
a journey
of a thousand miles
with every step
starts the journey
With every step starts the journey
just need to cover a thousand miles, a thousand miles..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem