Deep down from the caverns of mind,
A voice beckons me!
A note so sweet and calm
Strangled by the noise of thoughts.
It calls me.
In silence
And in despair.
Phantoms of memories
Are unleashed
From the prisons of sub-conscious!
The battle ensues!
A war fought since ages!
The castle of Mind
Is captured by the Knights of Present.
But still;
A voice beckons me.
A beagle of impending war,
That lingers on the canvas of future!
A Calling...
A voice....
It still beckons me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beagle of impending war, That lingers on the canvas of future! By following your ink, I feel something deeply.Well done! ! ! !