I am happy but there is a pain in this gaiety.
The mosses and thistle have turned their tint on the threshold.
How more eon to be created, these collection of azure are getting shrivel.
How more shall I live on the basis of this white papers.
Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters.
Thank you Reza Sir, respected poet Edward, Kumarmani Sir, Monik Sir, Samuel Segun Toluwalase, Mihaela Pirjol. Huge words. Bliss.
A lovely poetic diction: subtle, yet intense emotions are searching their way to the surface...the last verse: '' Everyday you are slaughtering me not with your aura but your letters. '' - absolutely beautiful!
I love the poem, its very amazing to have captured the entire reality of your feelings. Lovely diction that's what makes the poem even more mazing
Very Delicately expressed Poem of Pain Poet Kaur. Like the deep verses much! ! Thank you for sharing!
Pain is perfectly expressed in this poem. Life gives feeling of happiness but still there is grief and living basing on white papers is really painful. This metaphorically and humorously well expressed here. An amazing poem this is really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Letters as weapons of joy or sadness. A good piece. Sylva -Onyema Uba