Will I see you again when I lie? ,
my eyes taking a picture before I die,
in my heart and soul would you reside? ,
your enigmatic power and pure delight,
feel again the anger after the fright,
will you look for me when out of sight,
create uncertainty and arise,
uneasiness and heights,
of fear and truth glorified,
see the purpose signified,
my imagination notified,
a morose life identified,
your magic and force verified,
powerless I am then why my soul fights,
will you destroy if I ignore and testify? ,
against your light and gratify,
your entity and power ramified,
into a belief for the mummified,
is it your anguish or detest? ,
are you bluish when I protest? ,
am I foolish to fight the greatest? ,
have you awaited my renascence? ,
will you be there in the event of my evanescence? ,
in the celebration of the termination of my existence.
This poem is of anguish…funneled to God or Beloved I think….though there is doubt…still the say is direct and from heart…ailing...angishing one… Where such queries are just and apt… ‘am I foolish to fight the greatest? , ’…here I sensed that…you’re in quest for answer…from Highest… ‘ your magic and force verified, /powerless I am then why my soul fights, ’… Well knock the door till it opens’...Jesus….life is but contemplation and resultant action to be taken…indeed a poem on blues…still flutters the heart… thanks sharing Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
spiritualy chalanging....well written lines...... conveys the dielema of existence well.. cheers