This bomb of bitterness will detonate.
Surely, it will one day.
Like clogged volcano.
Explosive,
Caustic,
Devastating the respective world.
The point of conjecture isn’t the Question:
If it will explode or not but,
What will it carry along with it?
What will it guzzle in the process?
At what will it be directed?
Anticipated fear
Overwhelming me from head to toe.
The imminent danger shaking every inch.
I tried,
I really did
To hide myself in some ignorable dark corner.
Somewhere inside deserted store,
Attracting people just to rid of discarded objects
Without bothering
What lies in?
I tried to conceal myself behind a big trashcan
Kept at the end of alley.
The point which directs nowhere but
Has to retreat advance.
Ah! I tried but
Had to come out contemplating:
‘The explorer can locate every minute of materials from somewhere nowhere’.
The explosion and the scissors really do scare.
All I am left with is,
Wait and watch my providence.
Well written poem! But Sophia let us live undaunted and without fear! Let us only fear the Supreme Being, And our sins lying inside unseen! 10! -Raj Nandy
If it will explode or not but, What will it carry along with it? What will it guzzle in the process? At what will it be directed? Excellent mam.....well poetic expression.....
The most important thing we can undertake toward the reduction of fear is to make it easier for people to accept themselves, to like themselves and indeed when time we choose safety, we reinforce fear. William Wordsworth once versified about fear: ''What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot! '' A good poem with a bifid philosophy though apparently portraying the fatality of bitterness as it is true that one travels so far on the road to bitterness that ulimately the way is lost but this poem can be conceived otherwise too. I also conceive a different meaning which has a little positivity in it that even betterness can be of use if one hold to the maintainence of wisdom growth in life because I believe that one who tastes the taste of bitterness is fortunate enough for he or she will be able to know the sweet things of life more appropriately than those who's lives are devoid of bitterness.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To hide myself in some ignorable dark corner. Somewhere inside deserted store, Sophie very seasoned piece; loved the transition