Waves of reality turn upside down
And roll on like turbid thoughts.
Pale light ofindifference makes
Them shine upon the surface
Of a placid sea of emotions.
Relentless churning spills small
Rills of tears tasting salty.
The story is endless, repeating
Itself since years. Once there
Was none to hear the sound
Of waves as they beat their heads
Against the shore of the heart.
Now the beach of pain is crowded.
The sand of woes is soaked with
Remorse and conditional love.
It is difficult to pass time.
It is difficult to breathe free.
ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE WALKED TOGETHER ACROSS OUR SAME LAWNS HAVE YOU PULLED OUT A SWORD I DON'T HAVE ONE I will BOW MY HEAD JUST ASK FOR IT It will be my fortune TO DIE BY THE SLICE OF A POETIC LOVE I WAIT FOR YOUR CONCLUSION TIKU AKP JI
The story is endless and this repeating again. Pain never stay for long time. We expect joy in life. Waves of reality turn upside and down. Such activity amazes mind. An interesting poem is beautifully penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah Now the beach of pain is crowded here, there, everywhere this is noted Everyone come and go through well or woe but a remembrance or stain of activities carries oneself for years and years without tips nice...
You are absolutely right Sir. Thanks for reading ans awesome comment.