Looking out of the window
I see a bruised heart…
Walking on the pavement
Stumbling and perspiring
Struggling and striving
Bleeding and surviving
Tired of the journey
He looks back to guage
In the distant past
And the long sojourn
Pristine memories
Priceless moments
A price too heavy to pay at the end
Pondering upon the achievements
And mistakes
The impossibilities and the uncertainties
Each wound witnessing a fight
Valiantly fought, justly lost
Each wound had a story to tell
A journey of its own
A cause to justify
The only weapons that he had
Were honesty and courage.
Lethal they had then proved
Blunted now by overuse
Introspecting and analyzing
Questioning and speculating
‘has the journey been worth the fight’
The wounds have multiplied
The energy subsumed
With no desire to move ahead
He decides to stand and wait
The day bows to him
The dusk brings respite
The pain sinks into his soul
The heart now in a ghastly plight
There lies the innocent heart
Lying on the pavement
Tired to resume
But far too proud to surrender.
“God must I continue! ”
With feeble hands he prays
Proud soul he was
Now lying scattered on the floor
The unbearable pain
The ever-seething wounds
Making him weak
Forcing him not to move
The dawn appears
The sky hue
Gathering himself with dignity
Collecting himself with pride
He stands and resumes…
A little sunshine was all that was required
For the proud heart to stand and move…….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A travelers story from his daily existance...life is like a flower, it needs sunlight in order to grow...Beautiful written.