I find a new fire burning
With colourful flames hitherto unseen.
I find that it is burning
With fumes soaring to skies hitherto unreached.
And my joy knows no bounds.
I find the thing burning
My mind is it!
I find the crowd cheering
My people are it!
And a gloom embraces me.
The flames flicker,
The smoke withers,
And the souls creep back into the holes,
I feel a stench of my mind
And a heap of ash remains.
I won`t see new things burning,
Nor will I search for flames thereof.
With what little is left over in me since
I have to trace a form of mine
To speak certain brutal truths to you.
With what little is left over in me since I have to trace a form of mine Surrealistic presentation of thoughts of the mind. Poem nicely crafted. Thank you.
A prelude to something drastic, may be good for everybody! Carry on Dinesh!
A fine introduction.Please share the brutal truth in coming lines..
Tracing one's identity in a hostile world is a self effacing task. Even when your soul has burnt down to cinders, with what is left of you, you want to speak out the 'brutal' truths. This surrealist write goes over my head! ! This is too deep for me! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tremendous verse. I like yr style of writing dear poet. You deserve a pat :) for writing this well versed verse.