Heavy it lays upon my heart,
that today is a morrows past,
what there is now, an end, -a start,
heavy it lays upon my heart,
tragic mask when does break apart,
bleak, oh! Gloomy shadows it cast.
Heavy it lays upon my heart,
that today is a morrows past.
R.N.Khan, © 2011
A moment's truth leaves an eternal mark indeed, a realization to hold all prospects of a particular moment. Very fine.
I so understand the feeling and the depth it flows with, deep inside the soul an imprint becomes a light of knowledge of becoming lighter even though the heaviness is still felt yet the light lingers and burns even brighter upon the moments. Beautiful, just beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an amazing work, every moment in life is a precious gift!