Sorrow at times builds
an impenetrable rocky fort
around body and heart;
I grope in vain for a narrow
crack at least that allows
a slight air passage to relieve
the humid congestion gathered
on a sky of unproductive clouds
of varying shades of black
to grey... but what really
stays put in this ever lasting
transient nature of life...
won't a whirlwind,
won't a hurricane unleash
to render the fort into
uncountable rocks and pebbles?
But what if each part
of the debris still carried
the ageless me in itself?
Tell me...
Beautifully written poem Indira, enjoyed the read. Siya_! !
A fort turns into rubbles. Anything can happen any time. Beautifully said. Thank you.
it touched... beyond any critical appraisal...sending it to my poem list for many merits it owns!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart touching, poignant and intriguing....... a tear speaks for itself....... A sad tale, beautifully told........