I'm The Me, Sin Refugee Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
I'm The Me, Sin Refugee
I have no Lord!
I'm in no God!
Oh, I'm the punishment of the opened pains
the cursed in the blessed world for the bragging
here in the inn of heart
the holy wine glass
filled with burning coal;
I drink it ravishingly as well as ravenously
I'm going to die
death kisses me mirthfully
I regain the life of humiliation
Oh, no mortification of thought
cuddling me
here I'm the me, Sin Refugee
wandering port to city
known to unknowingly
no home I make
on the dew of arum leaf
shining more than rising sun
but after a while much burn
I'm in the burned heart
burning odour I'm in the ghost
likely most living in death
-11/26/2019 10: 54: 00 PM CTG, BD
And this 'I' used here is the universal I, we all are included well nigh, we all live our lives knowingly, a sinful life unrepentantly, making the same mistake again and again, condemned to come and go in pain... a lovely self analysis.
A powerful poem that vividly portrays a conflict experienced.in oneself. Commission of sins through life will burn the heart, ultimately killing us. An existence without meaning. Another poem of great depth. Cleverly written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/24/2024 3:11:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We feel very depressed at times.....! But never give in to depression! Life is not to be wasted on harrowing thoughts. Life is to enjoy and help others enjoy! I sense deep melancholy in your lines. Quite touching.....! ! (I have been trying to post comments on your poems. But due to some technical error, I am not able to comment on many of the poems on poem hunter....It is so annoying)