I cannot seem to make myself whole though i try in vain..
And i feel that, somehow i have lost my way again
In That cloudy mirror, my search continues with unanswered prayers
And so it comes to this, for it is not just these fleshy roles,
But how i ache deep inside, in the intangible, My Soul....
Like pebbles in the endless road, i have echoes rattling in my brain
And i feel that, somehow, i have lost my way again..
Even though i have planned irrelevant pleasantries
Still i stand stunned by uninvited and challenging anxieties
They come with complete lack of control
This cruel illness deep inside me is digging on its own...
But I am sure this black cloud will disappear
And the morning sun will appear once again
In all its eternal glory........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They come with complete lack of control This cruel illness deep inside me is digging on its own... But I am sure this black cloud will disappear And the morning sun will appear once again In all its eternal glory........ Yes this hope will do.It will reward you one day. Thanks for the poem, dear poetess.10 for it. Subhas