Unanswered, remains the riddle
As men are ridden with mock ambition.
Veiled still, is the life so vast
As music comes from the magic fiddle.
Soul wanders with liddle
Having salvation as her junction.
As time will soon be past,
In plight she moves with twiddle.
HE measures the sins in a girdle
As heaven or hell is the tradition.
Upon them, our life is cast
While we remain in the middle.
When he was set ablaze,
Joining him was her fate.
Over hurdles, have a braze;
Make truth as your trait-
To pass quickly over the maze.
When he was set ablaze, Joining him was her fate. Over hurdles, have a braze; Make truth as your trait- To pass quickly over the maze. .. beautifully written...thanks
This is a very beautiful silent version of older days women exhibiting SATI as the earned end But then women were independent on men as they were uneducated no earnings But today women support their husbands Its the turn of guys to accompany wives in the flames And if she survives she should marry again..she is the wow-man of today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HE measures the sins in a girdle As heaven or is the tradition. Upon them, our life is cast While we remain in the middle. rhyming and in the word ending you have worked hard to write this poem and it carries such noble thoughts. love this poem. tony
Your analysis promotes me to do even better. Thank you sir