Disappointment grabs my mind
In the dark night,
I stare at the gloomy sight
With great pain and plight,
This way long time elapses,
How long......
I don't know,
Suddenly I feel a mysterious ripple
In my inner realm,
That's very prolific for me,
Soon I become a different soul........
Filled with immense joy and satisfaction,
Darkness becomes a divine blessing for me,
The creative blood begins to flow
In all my limbs,
I too flourish in an endless way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flourishing in an endless way while the creative blood flows.......Marvellous poem Anjandev.......10 + Favourite