From thy mouth
This sorcerer of time
Hours and minutes leaking and droping
On the monster of cruelty
It would be futile
Screams and shouts of hatred
Oh, Curse be upon the throat of eternity
World is like a refulgent dream
Deaf and blind
Equiped with sharp sowrds in sheath and
When you ain't looking
It shall stab you in back while stream of ruddy blood gush through land of lava
World is heart-stoned
Petrified cordiality
Blind eyes
Frozen ears
Atrocious heart
Grieving upon loss of this world is mere folly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one... no claps... very good poem...10 The world may remain same You shall go back to the source from where you came You shall disappear soon from the people’s mind You are back to grave with no claps from blind
I appreciate your words dear Amathalal. Thanks