The treasury of Souls
By The Lord's Domain
Is always intact.
For each planet
A different store;
As Angels, Evils and Mortals.
He orders, rather destines
Them terms specific
To traverse light miles
Towards the lenient planet.
When incarnated in
Varied shapes,
Most implore the Master
For an instant release!
Some beseech to leave
Them in chaste cages
For perennial ages;
To remain blessed
In the most enduring
Cycle of rebirths;
Of angelic bards!
.... oh soul thou art like the black cat that is`nt there in the dark room frequented by the blind... When poetry is the luxury of an idle mind, conventional thoughts ever go bordering such concepts and many more.. Excellent execution of thoughts blazing with the 'cosmic ' touch Mr Tajudeen Shah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beutiful poem.....wonderfully told