Broken hearts are sacred
Because they are repository of pains
Storehouse of complaints
Fountain of dejections and sorrows
And a true replica of paradise lost
They have licked all the sour fruits of world
Repulsion of lover is the most perilous wound without of cure
A recluse bereft of courage
Sitting alone in a corner of solitude
And imbibe from bitter fruit of lonliness
A lone farer
Thirsty of soul mate
Burning in grieves and desolation
Oh, broken hearts are origin of reality
Perhaps tomorrow induce death
To get rid of it
Who knows?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pains! ! Thanks for sharing.