How eager I was to know the truth
and when truth was revealed to me
it brought for me more pains.
I can't let others know what the truth is.
I can't listen to anyone
I can't speak to someone
I can't see anything.
I have lost all my senses
but my heart still feels a touch.
How my heart still feels a touch!
Is there anything immortal in my heart?
That is why I am feeling the pain of knowing the truth.
Welcome my pains,
pleasure always follows a pain.
Yes, I am dead but something in me is still alive.
Outstanding write, death is final but the heart still feels the truth with the pain comes the pleasure, a moving poem of how our life-force lingers on lovingly!
We eager to know the truth but when it is revealed we get pain as it is a human instinct. This has been so nicely inscribed in your poem dear Akhtar sir. Beautiful poem.
A great aftermath of life.......................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes it is better to be in the dark than know the truth for truth can be often painful! Though the truth has pained you, you are not ready to succumb to pain, but drive it away and face life with hope! This is the right attitude! A great write!