red eyes, I see,
Of my hopes,
duplicity of dreams, I taste,
No promises swims, false future
Rises me up, now around me I see
dead bodies of breaths
Cracking sound of wounds
Makes me deaf I hear not
Now the cry of love, the laugh
Of sorrows floats in the clouds
In the rain I listen the pain
Of tear-drops dancing deceitfully
in the rainbow, any more I fear not
the haunting sound of any ghost
the most I fear now my own shadow
Imagery created is haunting. Poem serves the purpose. But we fear till we dare. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i will read again to understand