Exemplifying the desire to transcend metaphysics seems imprudent
When the feelings gushes out of the realm of emotions
Even the will to defy the creator without empathy proves sane,
As I try to make sure it is no paradigm to be claimed.
Violent storm of will blows me apart from the sour-stringent chains and notions
Hesitate not to fling;
Heretofore this constricting identity while sub-consciousness shall keep me ardent.
After all tranquility of nights and morning's blaze make no sense
When the damp elegance of nature seems so lame
Something alien must surge through to break this monotony
Even more voracious than the caprice of gluttony
Ever oozing ichors of pain can't break through the heavenly dam to explain my bane-
Apologies sardonic creator if my wrath drains more dense.
Venturing to perforate the blue blanket won't be a treason
Reminder! who toys life, that the futility of passion knows no reason.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem