Since early morning
I have been trying to write
The last line of my great poetry,
But I can't succeed,
I miserably fail again and again
To write the suitable last line,
It seems unbelievable to me,
Finally the sun sets,
Dark evening appears,
Gradually the atmosphere becomes darker and darker,
Still there is no ray of hope,
Suddenly I hear an owl's agonizing cry,
I understand the harsh meaning of it,
So I give up,
Then I close my eyes in extreme pain and agony,
Tears come in my grievous eyes spontaneously
And then it happens,
Brilliant last line sparks in my inward eye,
I jump in an ecstasy
And write it immediately,
This way my great poesy becomes absolutely true and perfect.
The last line is the substance! A great poem dear Anjandev!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Anjandev, your poems touch the core of the heart. I too, feel the same like you. Just don't know what to write. Simple yet so honest...Top stars