Alas love!
You are gone
You are gone into oblivion
Till the last hour of the dooms day's night
You are gone along with the tree
Planted once by the river of my soul.
Love of a child
As foolish as a dog.
By Jove love was an elysian craddle
With thorny roses nomore
As if every nook and cranny of my life was bristled with
Scorpion' s baneful tail.
I cnt tell when the alp of our dreamland craved the path towards hell.
Romance has been burned down and covers the sky
With ashes of hatred.
It makes me feel so ashamed to live a life of a lovelorn damsel.
To befool the inner soul
With the vow of a virgin maiden.
A lover of only yours, my minstrel.
So it wd be undubiously better
If I let you be invisible in the air
As the last dark smoke of night vapours
Through the sunny misty layer.
Oh lord!
Notwithstanding I can see nothing.
Nothing anymore behind the closed eyes.
Nothing except the motionless black
As dead as the polar icy cliffs.
In the reign of those comatose nights.
Barren future is the only neonate.
I hve gained a lost myself
Who resembles the youngest me.
At the beckoning of the unknown.
I set out to lose myself
Ignoring the crying of the bambino imprisoned within my soul.
So many days I havent looked at my mother's face
With the ardor of her angelface
So many nights I kept trembling of being alone
Forgetting my mother's breast.
Yet at last my drowsy soul has learned to love herself
In a much better way.
I dnt lie.
I really feel free as the morning solitary quial
Flying in the mackeral sky.
So it wd be undubiously better
If I let you be invisible in the air
As the last dark smoke of night vpours
Through the sunny misty layer.
The very nature of the youth in our mind's Can some times lead us Where our hearts might should not go for there is pain.. iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is outstanding poetry. At the beckoning of the unknown. I set out to lose myself Ignoring the crying of the bambino imprisoned within my soul. .... is really beautiful. Keep inking.