he was drowned in the ocean of burned and dry leaves in the jungle of nothing in nowhere
when he got up he noticed a tattered and shabby shackle in distance
stood up in strive and the beads of sweat were pouring down out of his pallor face
like the drops of boiling water take a rest on the kettle lid and he was nowhere
getting closer to shelter of no door
he pushed the door in vein of hallucination
stroke pictures, within it he saw a beggar, bent on his knees and begging for the pardon, for forgiveness
as if committing a big sin he didn't know
and on the roof a rope of much thickness
dangling from it
and a big and abysmal grave, fit to his tallness
he remembered his mother was a doctor, delving into the hearts
but she was in nobody's heart
wearies and wearies overcast and wrapped around him
he fastened the rope round his neck
he was nobody's slave
he was free in nothing
Wow a great freeverse in super metaphor wonderfully presented in ballade style. Thumbs up. Pls do review my latest poem too called poetry commentary.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a story written in verse.... very imaginative