My Sweet...
havings are lost
simply scratches
you nailed my soul
left its pain
possessing proposed amity
the time
the wind
the crowd
never before
so angry as
winter appears or not
wintering ambiance
the soul cry to leave
to leave the sorrows
it planted morbid enmity
havings are nothing
simply passion of keeping by self
lost its anguish
and the engraved scratches
again howls to hike undone
Pranab k c
18/09/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the one way path what leads to hermitage or the psychology behind it when havings become not at all important.Truly said and a brialliant write Sir