Pain and suffering, I often see around
Though now I don't have them to seriously confront
Yet a nameless unease weighs me down
At the sight of hundreds cruelly beaten down
How many, under eternal shackles tied
And in poverty, want and misery bide
With their hearts burdened and body strained
With nothing to hope for and all energy drained
Tossed by tempests and wild winds which roar
They float adrift far from safer shore
How many languish under violent strain
Unable to share or divulge their silent pain
Many are lost in the arid deserts of life
With their feet burning, wading through blistering strife
They fail to distinguish the oasis from the mirage
Often duped by life's well aligned montage!
Under a raging sun that spits fire overhead
Many are scorched and fall down dead
But the river of Time that winds its weary way
Doesn't have the elixir to drive the thirst away
While so many, without even a trace of cheer
Wilt and wither in dark despair
Some stay in pleasure domes of dazzling sheen
With their backs, turned to life's melancholy scene
I train my mind not to shrink into my own sequestered shell
When all around I see misery, hatred and violence swell
How I wish my heart were the fount of gushing love
And with the olive branch of peace, soar like a dove
A fine verse of compassion that all should aspire to for a better world.
Yes your heart is a fount of gushing love Valsa. If it wasn't you would not have been able to write such a magnificent and heartfelt write. There will always be the poor, people who use their power to take advantage of the disadvantaged. Those of us who know better let us do better to help those in need and are tattered and torn in our little corner of the world. There is a season for everything that is done under the sun. A time for war and a time for peace. A time to love and a time to hate, A time to sow and a time to reap. The list goes on and on. Your thoughts are very touching and reaches very deep in the heart Made me want to shed some tears. You have shown the love that can only come from above. For God is love! .Truly a wonderful write Valsa!
your last stanza is a perfect end to your poem Valsa beautiful write
I train my mind not to shrink into my own sequestered shell When all around I see misery, hatred and violence swell How I wish my heart were the fount of gushing love And with the olive branch of peace, soar like a dove....so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.10
Many are lost in the arid deserts of life With their feet burning, wading through blistering strife They fail to distinguish the oasis from the mirage Often duped by life's well aligned montage! A great thoughtful poem......................10
This seems to be the cruelty of fate when someone is blessed with abounding riches and someone beggarly wretches but to feel it and extend helping hand needs a brave heart......Valsa.....And I can say you have got that brave and compassionate heart and humanity at its best.....for which with great kind feelings you have ably created this great piece
Your sense of humanity is evident within your language, you encapsulate every grey element of our turbulent world and the tension we find in our relation to it. You paint a portrait that reflects the reality of our problems and you explore ways of navigating the tumultuous landmine of life. This was an aspiring read you show a message of universal truth.
Excellent out pour of emotions and concerns that amounts to the demonstration of a poet`s solid stand taken for the cause of the downtrodden and the have nots. The poem will have its replicas in this world of no equations as poets like me too have got heavy hearts when we read from the pages of life our brethren are imposed with. But good news for all of us is here. There is no need to worry further Madam Valsa... The next ice age is nearing the earth within a few thousand years and in the cyclical ice age that comes once in every 1,00000 years approximately the next phase may evolve out a life system that permits more equations among all microcosms which may eventually lead to no tears, no sighs and no poems over the inferior beings. This is pure science I am speaking of bereft of fanatic concepts and intolerance towards the fictions often churned out by the beleaguered minds of poets like us in the foundry of human love and her cousins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
actually I didn't get to understand d poem word for word, ..but I just feel dis easiness, peace, love.....I think your poem has just amidst all Stress nd Turmoil given me peace nd love...nyc write Friend....