life has given me,
many pleasures,
most things,
i asked for,
and many,
i never wanted for myself.
a melancholic feeling,
engulfs, when lonely
in spite of every thing.
it is a question
i ask myself,
the answer within me!
why, in the deep recess
of my heart,
a constant, yearning,
a smouldering feeling of
collosal loss!
creates in my mind
a un avoidable void,
which becomes,
a part and parcel
of my existence.
for those i loved,
and lost,
a heart wrenching sigh,
tells me for the final time,
that it is all over.
what is life without your own,
what is home without you all.
i understand,
i realise and cry.
it is nothing, but an illusion,
of transition of soul,
laminating the truth of life.
Hi Ritty! Your poem is beautiful and talks to me like a sister from faraway, who is going true the same emotions as i am and understands me. Kind regards Milica
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps without realising, you have provided an excellent explanation in the last para, - reason for this feeling of void within! 10+ -Raj