Traversing towards the road,
paved for resurrection.
Every step revealed,
how far I am from me.
"You don't love yourself, "
the pebbles threw themselves on me.
"How can you love others then? "
the milestones shouted at me.
Alone in this wilderness of brutal truths,
I bathe under my own tears.
Mud-spattered, my heart tries hard
to sustain the stains of wrong.
The feeling of absolute happiness
is near the horizon, I know.
For it depends on the collision
between the sky and the earth.
If only it's possible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Vaibhav. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.