A heaviness persists on my soul
like a foggy curtain in January morning.
Give me a little sunshine,
the sun refuses to rise in my sky
and clear the morning fog.
My soul feels stranded,
like a car in the middle of the road
in the heavy downpour of the summer rain.
Dragging my soul like a paralytic foot
I am a living corpse.
I am the lonely Crusoe
marooned in some solitary island.
while the sea of crowd around me swarm with life
I look on with longing in my eyes.
Sad but d allegory n metaphor is commendable in d poem! Cheer up n kudos poetess. Do read mine too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
artistic writing..........good...