How far do I need to go?
To retrieve my feeble heart
Which is still screaming, for being confined
In the unyielding prison of your treacherous love.
How long do I need to walk?
To repossess my delicate soul
Which is still crying, for being lost
In the condensed forest of your treacherous love.
Sanj! you write very interesting philosophical poetry of deep images!
Deeply envisioned. Painful still well depicted. Thanks for sharing. .....10
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I would like to translate this poem
My delicate soul! Facing the muse of love with the problems of life attached to it. Nice work.