The world I known is lost
in the shadows,
like shadows in the dark,
and has left behind
an unending pain.
O thy sweet, feminine cups and
hot sizzling looks-
sink like a winter sun
after an Arctic storm-
stale, cold and wane.
Ah, the deafening silence of love
turns bitter and make
happiness an illusion,
that can not ruffle
the stillness of heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hot sizzling looks, wow what a sensational poem written in great freeverse meter. The metaphor and similes are very poetic and awesome wow. Nice to read from u again, pls do comment my latest poem on eclipse too.