Hatred pollutes in life's cold twisted streets
As minds are torn slowly apart.
Bleached souls need warm healing,
Unfettering from strain.
How can we, O Wise One, then make a fresh start?
A voice breathes behind us, faint words, yet we hear.
An appeal to heal minds can but win
Only by putting hearts first to the test,
And consenting to let Love filter in.
As the whisperings depart we distintly discern
The words 'Oh my children, please learn
To take heed and protect thou thine heart.'
yes you're absolutely right! ! we should watch out and guard our hearts...Don't let hatred corrupts us....It's a brain hitting poem...Love you gal..!
The poeem has created all the ambience needed to express the inner emotions.Might have a little better with respect to transition..9 sathya narayana
Fay, someone once wrote 'Live rightly, so shalt thou acquire unknown capacities of joy.' You are so right in order to have happiness we have to live the right kind of life. I'm afraid today the whisperings are even fainter than when I was young. Keep writing your wonderful whispers, you never know someone might hear. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem. My 10 for this marvelous piece.