The irony of Life is, it is never yours until you sacrifice it
The noise of the world has made us deaf to heartbeats of humanity
We run towards lights for in the darkness we see our psyche
In the screaming silence of the night, we lay awake with hushed hullabaloo in our mind
The child begging on the street, a young girl in the prostitute ring
A friend running in debt, old parents killing time waiting their time
Too busy or how helpless, not my problem or God help them
One can turn head and forget, but in the dead of the night the heart beats and beats
Dechen, very well expressed '..in the dead of night heart beats and beats, 'That is what distinguishes the socially conscious from the rest. May be, you would like my poem 'Cry of a Soul'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated, nicely encapsulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Dechen and do remain blessed. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.