I was walking towards a destination called LOVE armed with just a backpack.
I stumbled across a garden called INFATUATION.
I was attracted by pretty flowers which emitted scents known as SEDUCTION.
I reached out my hands to stroke them.
They morphed into thorns in milliseconds and bruised my HEART.
My heart bled so much that I was HEARTBROKEN.
I took my backpack named FAITH which is filled with HOPE and hopped on a caravan called PATIENCE.
The caravan journeyed on a haggard and stump filled road called HEARTBREAK.
PATIENCE urged me to disregard the discomfort of the ride and cling on to PERSEVERANCE so as to find TRUE LOVE.
I was forced to jump off the caravan and dropped into a sea called PROMISCUITY.
I submerged myself into this pool of infinite ECSTASIES devoid of EMOTIONS.
I almost got drowned by the strong currents of PROMISCUOUSNESS.
contd.....
This is not just a nice poem, it is a great poem. It demonstrates great creativity. This is a rare commodity in the world and should be praised when it is found. I congratulate you on a wonderful trip. GW62
Its a nice poem. We revolve restlessly on the peripheri of the wheel of life. True love guides us to the calm centre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely love this poem. Wonderful story!