It's still unknown why...?
At times...when am alone
Hour by hour as moments crawl
like ghosts with gregarious claws
Of ennui to tear me into pieces
To ruin every element of courage
To live a life of solitude so desolate!
Despite the scourge and woven anathema
Thou have built around, know not I why?
A desperate search for saviour
Amidst the crowd, for an ounce of solace
A gleam ray of hope matures
To find none other than you
©sachi-12th Jan-2020
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I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful piece of work! Well composed dear poet.....10