I was so close,
Could have smelt the Panacea.
But, could not reach there.
Could not face the approaching fear.
The fear of humiliation.
Admiring eyes turned around,
in quest of lost admiration.
The oblivion stood still,
for me to suck the paradise.
But i was introspective,
'Is it the real paradise'?
Could not look within,
indulged in my own catechism.
The vista was moving away,
the scene turning quiet grim.
Drenched in sweat of admirations,
I got up from the perpetual fall.
The silver lining of the wooing dream,
Was nothing but a 'Wake Up Call'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem