In reality― you were
in a ring of fire. I had been
left with no claim on you.
Your failure had become mine.
This was not the game―
changer. Moon had latched
on the watery eyes. Synapsis
had started to break away.
The god wears different
apparels― as per the need of the
occasion. Nobody is going to say,
rest in peace.
Gradually I will stop
speaking about myself. When
my time comes, I will lose everything
and set you free.
The blind eagle will find its abode.
When my time comes, I will lose everything............ Plain truth about life. Congrats for being the member's PoD.
We owe nothing! And you seem able to put across nicely.
The tone of loss here is heart aching. The imagery is both concrete and physical while also being diaphanous and ethereal. There is science present, religion and strong emotive power. Something like remorse moves through the verses without being remorseful. The emotions and intellect both are owned, but elusive. This is a very moving poem. A very human poem. Transcendent in its execution. Humbling.
Gradually I will stop speaking about myself. When my time comes, I will lose everything and set you free. The blind eagle will find its abode. - - - - - - - - - - -A deeply philosophical poem Poetry speaks our life.Poetry is the retreat of a poet. But gradually we all prepare for our final retreat. .Congratulations for Poem of the day.
This was not the game. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed it is a final retreat. Congrats for the honour of POTD.10++