Things as objects of love
Possessions symbolic of bygone times
A lover’s bead on the chest
Written on the arm in tattoo
The tangibility is ethereal
When found broken or lost
Breaks the heart like human love
From the acoustics of perceivable
To the mysterious hidden note
When love ends up in bitter endings
Loneliness in despair now the love
Rules of subjugating the self
God has many virtues
Doubt still remains
Indulgence in nature feeds
When to the brim reflected
Praising the doings of creator
The ultimate doom
The needy were helped around
Self itself was in bigger need
The master says every thing shall vanish
Is consumed to become part of the whole
Sustenance is a thing for the soul’s desires
A just order on earth when humanity fails
5/5/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem