The whiff of affliction passes away.
Do you heard this wobble mate?
where are you peace?
there was no gratitude nor griefs
I believe in geocenterism.
You can occupy your place in heavens.
I am going to the black hole!
'Hallucination'
Smoldering with unconscious state.
In the race of life:
Since I know the meaning of love and life,
I missed the starting gun.
Melancholy ecstasy of isolation:
In a jungle
A 'concrete jungle',
Chirping vehicles and planes.
A groan hikes till the gleam of silence.
Souvenir of death!
It is about solitude Poet? You have to understand...all poet is alone...I think that is why we have to write....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. An impressive poem, Utsav. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks.