Difficult to fathom the pain of a bleeding heart...
difficult it is to console...
language of spoken words can further damage...
silently wait for the ripe time...
yet the wounded self cries in vain...
stretching its wings to fly free...
the soul rejoices...
When the heart suffers the pain of loss
The spirit trembles with joy at the gain...
The price of estacy is paid with physical agony
While the consciousness dances madly knowing the truth
Caged in my own frame I look up for salvation....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully worded! ................loving lines.................................