A candle is burnt away! asif
just few dying sparks are
breathing steadily
All thou's and thy's
were sacrificed on thee
to make thee smile
to make thee feel
all we's and our's
are lost in the mist
of darkness and miseries
of sorrows and dinials
just unworthy piece of
muscles is left
of dying soul
of rusted gold
which once brightly shone
no sounds no sights
are here anymore
neither bright skies
nor rainbows
do smile anymore
just lonesome thoughts
of I for me is left
sad piece. out of such brokenness flows such vigor. someone, feed this man.. wanna read want he woudl write when he is whole
You have penned your emptiness most effectively. Your poem is sad and soulful but beautiful within the melancholy. 10 Karin Anderson
The beauty of pathos shines through this piece from the first stanza onwards - - this gives a strong, dark effect and therefore stays in the mind of the reader..... a good poem and 10 from Fay.
Haunting poetry from you Bhayya. It takes me days to get out of this effect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poignant...the inner strife.. well descirbed