Lost and latent
Within the uneasy crust
Dark and deep
Some where lies the hard-stone
Of lustre: yet to be
Scooped, chisel led and cut,
Shaped best to be am out
The lumina of Faith
Driving out all fear
Sorrow, arid breath and drear;
The miner Soul awaits
To burrow down and grope
Around with daub
Scratch and choke....!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautiful poem, but was so much time taking to read and understand. Please edit the poem and give space between words. Thanks Vidya for the poem shared.