Amidst the ambience of city lights
And skyscrapers.
The body feels numb in one degree
The soul seems to have wandered off
Leaving the aching and belittled heart
In the cold abandoned rib cage
To lubricate the rusted veins
Which no longer serve their master.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pain of unrequited love well expressed. The background of the loveless concrete jungle to which man is now relegated, confined for life augments agony. Here Death is the natural progression. Nothing hinders the life’s progress to death, it’s stillness. Lovely poem. Touching the heart.