Devotion turned into a stone
sleeps in the dustbin of oblivion.
Heartless faded stale offering,
remains a guilty leftover.
Scars of sin disfigures life,
bearing a curse of history.
Days wear away in silence.
mute prayers turn rocks to rock
Pulsating veins of granite, sounds,
seven notes of divine tones,
symphony of unblemished.
I wait feather fall of your feet,
Just enough on to wake me up,
from this tomb of misery.
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I would like to translate this poem
scars of sins disfigure life...well said, satheesan...another good poem from you...thanks for sharing 10