Here we sleep,
Dreams unrealis'd, promises unfulfill'd;
Caring no more to the pains and desires of the world,
Indifferent to footfalls of the living,
Rushing towards their own death;
And deaf to the constant cries of war and peace,
Lying in sync with time and space.
Men live by naivety.
Blind to the beyond,
How maddened are they by the phantasm of greatness!
Only to be fed in ceasing to the choking white bodies -
The heartless agents of life's fertility.
In death, Gaia's judgement rules us all.
Every being that breathes, all turned to dust.
We are mere mortals,
We live, we perish;
Enigma claiming us back into her womb.
In the end, the epitaphs on our tombs are all that remain of us.
©Ngimchule Nampeung
Death-caring no more to the pains and desires of the world -nice write.
Every being that breathes, all turned to dust. We are mere mortals, We live, we perish; Enigma claiming us back into her womb. In the end, the epitaphs on our tombs are all that remain of us. a very good poem because it is the truth. but a pessimistic attitude can kill us psychologically. always be happy knowing the facts of life. that is a great ability. tony
Thank you so much for your lines of encouragement and advice...I will heed it...Life is too short to waste it on pessimism indeed...but at some point in our lives...we all face that dark phase where evrything seem pointless and the inevitability of death looms large...but thank God I survived...and I am in a happy state now..Thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The place for all of us. Nice work.
Thanks.