In the hub of foreign tongues,
a hunger hatched a dreamt day
Induced fairy tale left hung,
a child is lost in sublime story
East to west, spent and fated
gained-dough at heavy cost
A gleaming snow whose eyes are smeared
In promised loam, a dream is lost
What now is the present?
when in the past I am in refuge
Both of the worlds reprehend,
with regrets in deluge
Buoyed-up in flimsy deeds,
when undercurrent is unseen
A body will soon submerge
against the flow, to go upstream
I really like this Strange array of words you use Easy on the eyes
the last stanza is very affecting. the rhyme and the sentiment goes well as one... thanks for the comment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliance in crafting this piece my friend...great poem as always...10+++