So silent is my heart that
Furore of mundane world is
Inaudible to me
I am an amalgam
Of contrasts and disputes
I am disputing with myself
Crumbling emotions hit me
Withering smiles decry me
Wavering intentions slag me off
I wish I were a caged bird when
Blistering with angst
I recollect, to return back
I find myself peeling from within
Out of the reason of mind
Of the rotten worldly knowledge
No way out then, no way out now
At least no idea of exit
Is what would have been there
I am an amalgam Of contrasts and disputes I am disputing with myself.... withering, wavering, disputing...... so many adjectives and qualifications.. thank u dear poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
You are caught once more. Ha ha! The Loved One