Immersed in crowd of wants, and
Doused in rivers of mis-content
I sue reason to mind, pinch reality into my longing bones
In seasons whence furnace of rage burneth my soul
Flames fanned by my poverty of comfort
And the awareness ‘I lone through this earth’
Yet I’ve crawled through serenity of thoughts
Envision the calm of the greens
‘Satisfying the body could ripple the minds still waters’
I shalt wilt the petals of my youth
Just for a drink of your tasteless milk of reason
Sacrifice my blossom for those dainty virtues in bloom
Knowing its wisdom to sacrifice my lovely doom
The glow of the Soul burns brightest
When the gut is void, when passion conceives lust
And that light stirred talents out of creative blocs.
@2008, Razon-Anny Justins' 'The Metamorphosis and Other Poems'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem