The roaring fire shuts my mouth
The creeping darkness grasps my heart
My feet can't move
My hands can't wave
Where is my soul?
Where are my senses?
My calls are in vain
My thoughts in pain
But
My eyes stare at the hollow path
where faith is sold
and love is denied
My lips finally depart and release these words:
'Why me? Why me.'
My Elisa Lai is really a silent writer poems are really godly, love is for us nicely keep like a rose thampi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poems shows that you can be a powerful poet.