This heart became slave
It sleeps in the past cave
That life had kept in grave
It made my smiles shave
Life seems to be in a rave
It took away what it gave
By leaving me in a stave
It made me kneel in nave
He tried his best to save
With his words of brave
To make my heart feel pave
So it lights and stops to crave
Slowly it started to behave
Felt will overcome the wave
But life acted like a knave
And labeled me has deprave
Now I am a muted enslave
With no songs of outbrave
Nor this pathos of mine will lave
So I had made myself enclave
If the pains of life become too much, isolation is one form of escape.
Nice indeed.. As always sir, what is significant in your lines is that emotions seem to ooze out through your poems.. and I like your use of rhymes.. sometimes with too much rhymes I find it difficult to bring out emotions.. Yet you do well friend... in fact it kinda make the reader move with your lines.. good.. love shan
So nice a write. Quite rhyming and rhythmatic. Kudos.
an isolation of desire makes a perfect man......isolation to reach the phantom of the mind, leads every want to shed the truth of the call.....a very suggestive poem in our time.....wonderful my friend... God bless....a 10 ++++
Now I am a muted enslave With no songs of outbrave Nor this pathos of mine will lave So I had made myself enclave -------- Alone and being isolated is such a pain and burden..........well written poem in great rhymes! ! ! Hope to see your children's poem someday! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very cleaverly written! ! !