When the last shattered bit of thy heart erupts...
When the last tear follows the alredy shedded flow....
When the last leaf of hope falls from the bough
When the last fractured sigh finds its way
when you fail to preserve thy honor and ebrace disgrace...
When you scare the last time and;
fall off the cloak resting on thy bossom.
Break! Break and break again!
But only to rise again!
Let the dawn kiss thy lips
And the sun beams caress thy inward leisons..
glue up the sinew and upright thy bones
Ask thy heart to owe thee some more beats
let not the crowd tread upon thy purple wounds
For Spring Breeze brings consolation to autumnal loss
Aid thy bruises, mend thy soul
Though it be gradual and slow....
Let the rough winds unveil thy scars
You are tainted Let the world know...
2. Gita continued.." For, you yourself are the sole true friend of your soul and you, yourself are its enemy "…. THE FAMOUS Gita Shloka..
" Aid thy bruises, mend thy soul/ Though it be gradual and slow..." This is exactly what Bhagawat Gita says. "It is upto you to elevate your soul to better temperament and heights. You should not allow it to lower itself…"..
"Ask thy heart to owe thee some more beats" love the poem. Superb write.5*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
The dark night has to go & the sun has to rise.