Being broke is dire frustration
reliance on self diminishes so low
only the spirit left alive yet weakening
kiss of death becomes the ultimate wish
endurance dwindles, self-esteem dying too
no longer inspired to take the second chance.
Dreams have lost their glitters
restricting ones interest to explore
even the simplest thing which give hope
and joy can not be seen by the blinded heart
mangled by failures that paralized the inner soul
settling down-west like a sullen sun to hide the pains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey ya, Frustration...nice theme that you have placed here..I liked this particular line of yours..' mangled by failures that paralyze the inner soul '...A hit after another leaves no space for your inner soul to hang on....Nothing seems the same when you are in frustration, everything just happens against you...The pain, unbearable..The joy, impossible it semblances..Nice write...A good ten for you....Well done.. With lots of best wishes and love, K.Poornima...