What is that sound?
The subway train?
The people's rush?
No, those are very quiet
comparing with the silent shouts
of hearts bursting of love!
Between cracks, I hear the warmest voice:
Don't keep inside: let out, share!
Then, comes an echo..
.. from here, and there..
-Pardon! ? !
-How?
-When?
-To whom?
and..where?
Elena.... if linguists frown not I hold this name out to tyrants to armies with daggers of madness drawn Elena... I shall whisper to disease and hunger and mistrust and with these offering I shall seek to become barrier (though meek) amidst strong and weak a living breathing apology for sins I never did Elena.....
very nice poem centering a word Pardon ..... who will pardon whom and hundred of questions balloon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear friend, what a great philosophy of life you have captured in these great lines! Pardoning makes life relaxed and it is a solution for ever haunting evil- hateredness. I really relaxed while reading this beautiful poem.Marks 10 Rekhamandagere