Sit here among the thorns of change
No time inside the soul to cling
Upon the breast of midnights range
No solace to the heart it brings
Simple words of love are gone
No action found among the death
An anchor dipped now all alone
Within the soul no single breath
The night seems cold against the heart
The stars a vacant luster stare
Remnants of the pain impart
Upon the mind lost soul is bared.
Feeble thoughts break from the mist
Dark days of loss turn paper thin
A silent scream on hungry lips
Break from the mind of 'might have beens'
Where once a life was open wide
Within the heart and soul was found
A love that now in darkness hides
Consuming tears the only sound
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I would like to translate this poem
Feeble thoughts break from the mist Dark days of loss turn paper thin A silent scream on hungry lips Break from the mind of 'might have beens' \great again... the change must have some hectic time to face and there must be some hurdle to pas on... and the cahnge and its thorns are inter related to each other..change depends to the change of culture and culture is some time very dearing..but the change never can be stopped and it will come as you said all in thsi poem..liked the way to write..and idea is quite rich..10/10