RUNE OF WOUNDS
the way we believe that happens to happen
as reason courses upon in time and space
belief when fails to be braced up by the trust
lest we lose the love of rune by apprehension
passion seems to suffer in its own way
at times tear comes into eyes like rain
pain riffles through the rune of wounds
thirst when bestirs by the dream of love
are we not too small as stream eternal springs
sorrow may even pervade the vale of tunes
time takes its own course to heal up the wounds
hope still drives the path across the mist enshroud
In three paragraphs you have captured The whole psyche of we humans Wonderfully the flow goes in your lines We hope and aspire, against all odds Just to end up in that same trap. Again dust up and catch same cart. Life moves on, heals and again gets wounded. Hummmmm…Dear poet... very good read. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
captured my heart...great write again Dr., Thanks, cate