Well, You and your thoughts
Make my inner- waves flow off
Unto some abyss of silence absolute
And chillness horrendous.
True, the course dreads me often,
Though not of the words' worth,
Nor of any terms unusual
You ‘ve set in pain's pursuit.
Awful afflictions do linger still,
Like those unwilling mass of haze
On a winter morning house-roof
That's soulfully hesitant to melt off.
The chariot of emotions,
Having lost wheels in panic-field,
Fumble in infinite dense of
Pains; chaste and unnamed.
I name not what squirms
In this modest, but raw verse,
Yet, appeal, Oh, soul blessed,
Dive not unto its dark depth.
Pray you to know me better,
Welcome and rejoice too,
An admirer ardent at your soul's sill;
In shapes and nature varied.
From the aging branch of life
Do wisdom drops off.
When pains are converted in a beautiful poem like this every heart starts feeling pain of the poet without knowing what actually the pain is.....10.
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the metaphors and similies u have used are amazing.......straight from heart..................yes some memories cannot wioe out........they linger like reluctant snow on the roof...........wonderful write
Beautiful poem. Beautiful lines.... Oh, soul blessed, Dive not unto its dark depth....But it happens..... Concluding lines are fantastic... From the aging branch of life Do wisdom drops off. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful poem with nice selection of words / From the aging branch of life Do wisdom drops off...like innocent child thank u
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Caught in the clutch of some indefinable pain that strangles and strangulates! A chaotic mental state is exposed in its fearful, depressing intensity through powerful words! The concluding couplet is simplly great!