Looking for the rawness in a storm,
The wave of peace betrayed.
Remembering the pledges thee made,
The flame burnt my eyesight.
Where art thou, my tearful smile?
The existence of mine is fading.
Doth not my absence matter?
Is the savour of death so delicious?
Thou used to weep at my smile,
Knowing, I mask my sadness.
The soul within thy self is wailing,
Waiting to be loved by a broken spirit.
I can't bear the wagging tongues anymore,
Let me listen to that voice again.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation, very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing Javid.
A good start with a nice poem, Aqib Javid Bhat. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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I would like to translate this poem
The soul within thy self is wailing, Waiting to be loved by a broken spirit. I can't bear the wagging tongues anymore, Let me listen to that voice again.The wailing soul, waiting to be loved.......... the pain of the broken heart. tony