The only redress to all my pain
comes when I reside in my poem.
no matter what I write
buxom thin trivial trite
common rhyme mundane style
in poems I find the escape awhile!
Ask myself where I would be
if the ink never flowed for poetry
this mind never vented even one poem
born for me bear my name!
When my worries burst at the rim
agonies seem an endless stream
I board this carriage for a heavenly ride
reach the dreamland on the other side!
There so long I roam the corridor
tasting the treasured and the abhorred
I forget the measures all earthly yardstick
in the rainbow bubble taste the escape I seek!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is why we write - to escape, and to cope with life. Writing about it lets us share our burdens with others, thus releasing us from full responsibility. Great poem, Pradip.