In the process of internal alteration
The uncontrollable urge of speech
Got refined and transformed my
Sweltering tongue into a warm
Source of teeming tranquillity
Shaped in the mould of limitless silence.
Every forked and intangible fiery desire
Got twisted into a halo of sinuous brilliance
By self immolation of nameless cravings
And their multitude got merged into
An intense flow of single passion
Endlessly glowing with astute flame
With resolve I endured the agonizing pain
While ripping umbilical from family ties
To give shape to my personal solitude
Discarding opulence and pride
Like the fallen redundant leaves
And braving time with stern transparency
I had broken the deterring bonds of
Reluctant involvement and escaped
The sticky web of material happiness
With flawless proficiency, Manoeuvring
My weak self through a metamorphosis from
Harlot of circumstances to the queen of destiny.
My weak self through a metamorphosis from Harlot of circumstances to the queen of destiny..................Wonderful lines say its all.........Good Write......Do read my 'A Train of Stress'......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
finding peace within can be a tumulus process...the agony expressed well...regards