we laugh
we weep
strangers to ourselves
in the puddle
wearing a garland of hope
a crown of thorns
a moment of agony
unfathomable
the depth of destiny
refuge in one another's agony!
a saga of suffering
a smile thrown here and there
ah, in installments
drain traces of life!
Indeed, Indira, can there be a title to this life, where the experiences are phenomenal, but there's love, even in the puddle. This is a warm heartening poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true... very provoking title... made me click and know what's behind the title especially it's is created by you, Mam. I know there's something fruitful and great concept in it... and indeed...you write with a bang...knocking our mind and heart... a write we can relate.... made me ponder and ask myself too..Can there be a title? very nice...