The subtle loneliness that hath,
Built its walls were crumbling,
As I ventured into that path
Of needs and belonging.
Those harsh realities were
Mellowed by sparks of care,
And those unspoken fears
Doused by happy tears.
But now the question that troubles me is
Will this be a long lived bliss?
And those unspoken fears Doused by happy tears. wonderful lines. loved it. please read some of my poems and comment. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine poem that discusses a state of mind inevitably arising out of a strategic outlook.. The rendering too is fine. I feel that you may better replace 'hath' by 'has' as a lone odd word has nothing to do with the ensuing lines.. It is up to you Avinash. Keep writing.