Mischance ~ 3 Poem by M. Asim Nehal
Mischance ~ 3
Yet again, a voice calls me
on a moonless night
from the bottom of the valley
to those ruins of the past
that haunts like the seabirds.
And I empty my mind from
the sorrowful present thoughts
to sail in the direction of the voice
with a whirlwind of ecstasy.
The night clears the doubts
and throws me to the seashore
where the sun is ready to rise
Nature is dancing with joy
And I am ready to sail on the waves
As I look back to see no one is there
Then who called me from the far?
Mysterious life holds many mystery and this is one of them. Perfect with philosophical touch.
Many mental disturbances like this are there which can lead us to psychotic disorder or disease....indeed a cleaver and interesting write...top score
As the universe keeps an eye over our repercussions it, sometimes, diverts our attention from pathos
The call of the soul......written with such emotion......brilliant Asim ji.....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 9:05:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Leaving behind the past is the best option to enjoy the future. Inspiring.