Obvious cause of hampered relations,
Wandering on the edge of indecision
Incessant pain fills in—
From the weal of vice it flows
Anger—oh! So docile he is,
But inexorable, in minds so feeble.
Binding them is their prime idiosyncrasy
Their emotions, recondite; to show consideration they eschew—
Recrimination surfaces the sub-conscious; the mind opposes
And heart reprimands, making reprisals regrettable
Weary in our dotage, we dare to look the travelled miles.
Scepticism that wore away our glaze;
The days we failed to brighten up with smiles
Unseen are those bonds, now one with the haze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem