i set out to heal a soul
and left it in flames- -
i thought i had the healing touch
i thought i had these magic words
i sought to heal the open wounds
the deep set scars of tender years
with words of love
and loving care
and tears that flowed without a pause- -
the wounded soul
absorbed my tears
the cracks began to heal
And then it snowed heavily- -
freezing all emotions to ice
closing all avenues that led
to the wounded heart- -
The wounds began to bleed
The soul engulfed in flames
i just stood there in the cold
looking at my charred hands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good attempt in the chapter of love, Zaheer. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks