From the remotest place,
Far far from the madding crowd;
A heart cries out loud, silently.
The heart’s cry penetrates the sky,
Fathoms the deepest Ocean,
Outshines the sun’s anger,
Dims the moonlight.
But the heart’s eye drops never reach,
Never reach the heart for what he cries.
Her heart is sealed with anger, resentment and hatred,
Her doors are closed,
Her love is hidden behind the veil,
The veil of misunderstanding, of anguish, of arrogance.
Her heart will never hear
The silent tears of his heart,
Nor she will ever sense its outcry for her.
Now, two hearts beat differently,
A strange rhythm unleashed,
A rhythm of separation, of anguish, of sorrow.
Now the heart is alone, abandoned and secluded,
It is alone amidst thousands of people,
It is in tears amid thousands smiley people,
It is silent in the midst of thousands noises.
Now that the heart of him absorbs silence,
A silence of nothingness,
A silence of love,
A silence of being isolated,
A silence of the silent universe.
Note: The poem is published in an Indian literary Journal, The Literary Herald (Vol.1, Issue 2, p.237-38) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem