Out of step...
When words burst like a river in spate
Are there fields for them to innundate
When the banks of lips are already breached
A high dam they have suddenly reached
A dam bricked by silent wall
There all beautiful words fall
Retreat they should to their volcanic source
A heart burns in endless woes....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.