I left my loved ones,
to live my ways.
Went so far to make my days.
To reach the top without further dues,
I paint, in a variety of hues.
I found a new name,
on the road to blind fame.
Now my aim is higher,
but my heart is on fire.
The warmth of love,
is my only desire.
The strings are broken,
the lines are shortened,
the days of pleasure,
are no longer treasured.
All because of my sins,
I lost my close kins.
Now I crave for the faces I knew,
the place I was born & grew.
The paint, to make
a way back home.
Wow that's beautiful. What if all hope was not lost? Maybe one day you will get your way back home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hello, i am just curious as to what the real meaning of this poem is