On the middle of a finish where the dead begins
The aura of guilt still zilch to pretend
A stepping stone leading towards the dark
Another denial picturing the rusted swings in the park
Crawling on the boulevard of dissolution
Targeting nothingness just the hallway of illusion
Sorrow and plea screams out to hide the bare
Disappears blindness even the deaf cries in despair
Ecstasy of blame submerges the lost hope
In the sea of abandoned, embarking the drowning boat
Charisma changed into the ashes on gloves
Endless chronicles became the unrequited love
Suicidal hopelessness grants emptiness to interlace
With a Mirror of astray and the goblet of disgrace
Disturbed conscience relays the lines of doom
My knife eternally ends the valentine gloom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one of the best art pieces(i loved it so much, i wont even call it a mere poem: P) iv been through in my life. Prakhar Sharma- we want more from you! keep writing :)