Pathos of an excruciating kind
Tormented her
Consumed her into its dark abysses
Her myriad dreams became void
And pointed to an existence
That was almost null
The agitated soul was never acknowledged
And paid heed to by a patient ear
Apprehensions never existed
How can they have space
When even dreams were not allowed entry
Lost in those moments were the unguided soul
Who portrayed its essence through
Silence and teardrops.
Incessant talks ensued
Among her soul, mind and herself.
Thoughts evolved from just being that
And robbed themselves to be
Thoughtlessness……
And there she trembled
To greater realizations
Calmed to gain a greater knowledge
And then danced to infinite joy.
beautiful poem...every word pregnant with pain and grief and helplessness and finally reaching to infinite joy....enjoyed reading it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the build up to the last line