This is a tale of a story that is born in a heart
When a map of the sea has been drowned in the chart
An utter impassivity to break the monotony
A sound so good called Havoc’s Symphony
A headwind so cool through the wreckage of hope
The act of writhing has lost its scope
For the ruse itself is the victim of a wile
Pleasure takes it away to linger the smile
Behead the love when the kiss is to beguile
Here fiery heart stays concise for a while
No maxims are there; only a maze of a story
With darkness and love and with the thunder’s glory
When frailty of passion has no place to hide
The story’s been unwrapped with its own foolish pride
And this is a tale of a story that has died in the heart
Leaving no where no trace it has to depart.
Written on the night of the 28th of March,2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem