Confession Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Confession
Was it the silence of my soul
Or was it the violence of my body
That thrust me;
To climb up to a heap of hope,
To fall into a depth of despair,
When my face bowed to confess,
Before the mirror of the world,
After had my mirror of life broken
And scattered the image of my body to pieces
Before myself pierce my soul?
Very interesting, I like this. I hope to see more poetry from you soon.
it always happens wen the mirror of the soul and mirror of the world confront? well the conflict between the inner and the real is well penned! gud!
'Was it the violence of my body'(wow) . I've never quite heard it put like this before. Very nice and I also voted a 10' on this one. Thanks for sharing.
Confession the prayer has it's importance. Yet, it is way the poet narrated about confession to the world makes the poem colorful. There is punch in the poem displaying powerful meaning. Anyways I like these lines................... 'To a heap of hope I climbed To a depth of despair I fell, When I bowed my face to confess, In front of the mirror of world.' Yet again you rocked the empire of mine. I hope you have rocked many hearts across the world by your awe-inspiring poems with great messages. Thanks to the poem for enlightening me and thanks to the poet for en-kindling inspiration to may souls in the world at large. Perfect 10 is not enough. So my generous heart gives 10++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:22:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really beautiful poetry Vipins, well done.