Here I stand blank
searching for words and
something else?
Come, Come, I call out to you.
Come and draw my paper blue.
No! What sin are you committing!
You enslave the unwilling,
harass their souls.
Thou art a sinner.
No sinning evermore.
A Sinner! Mistaken thou art.
I invite them to glorify,
to make peace in me.
Not to chain them,
but to tie life’s string to tune.
They arise in me
or I make them arise.
For, the sole goal is
pleasure to the painful heart
and solace to the tattered soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated and nicely encapsulated piece of poetry, penned with insight. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.