The heart is like a goblet
Pellucid and breakable;
Between its crystalline wall,
Happiness and sadness surging
Like an intoxicating wine
Occupying its colour and odour senselessly,
Tasting its pungency with hardache,
Breathing its fragrance with a soft smile.
Then who can know that
This goblet can occupy
Any kind of wine.
Brilliant metaphors in brevity of words and i appreciate my read here.Hats off
I really like this one. You've made an interesting metaphor. Beautiful writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is subtle use of metaphors and images which make this enticing poem more impressive! A comprehensive work by master poet! Dearest Vipins you scored a Century! I mean 100/100 for sharing this poem!