It was the wasted passion, which I had endowed upon me;
That had just led all my ambitions slip to an evident chasm!
I had fought from the wilderness of the deepest forest;
And, I had conquered the battle of my bizarre dreams!
It was only few moments, I had learnt the ways of life;
Just enameling those pensive days of my painful strife!
Aching, how I had always felt, only when I visualized;
That I would gather fallen petals, from my wishful days!
I saw me plucking those colored buds, off my going illusion;
And, just tried to bead that garland off the falling hailstones!
It was indeed a wasted passion; now I do not hanker after
I just let it be the way it should be, Oh! My wasted passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Passion wasted? ? ? When even few drops distilled find their way thus channelised to parched souls..... Beautifully crafted....