Pain in heart
Poignant pain In the wall of my heart 💓
In the deepest part of my being.
It is due to unusual dream that lasted not,
It is due to fullness that life failed to achieve.
Pain poignant to walk on the path leading to nowhere,
Life is a walking with no aim to reach,
An aimless march to a path without track.
Life is a beautiful dream for those who can dream.
All the glory and the vainglory, nothing but beating on water to make an epic.
The song of earth and the intimacy of being to it is a loose fancy,
The heart beat is nothing but illusion to delude it's worshipper.
Nature's pristine purity and it's vain show to heal the malady,
The lust that lured the bovine mind,
and the epical charms of bygone dreamers
Now futile to my wounded being.
The poetry of earth is now to me a requiem,
Death, the ultimate yoga and cessation of endless turmoil.
Love's warm embrace, null and void,
Is empty to fill the space.
Heart is a cup and no rhyme is there to fill and or make it overfull.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem