I unsuccessfully
tried to sink the uproar,
That aroused out of
the dear departure,
At the devil’s
workshop in glasses of alcohol,
Dishonoring her affectionate appeal.
Humbled by the advice
of my benefactor,
I mumble in solitude
at the god’s enclosure,
And occupy myself in
reading His scripts,
But to no avail in soothing
my turbulent spirit.
Now I am in such a
stalemate condition,
I can neither speak
nor digest my consternation,
Neither can I afford to
deviate from my resolution,
Nor I am able to
sustain anymore this separation.
I am left with just one
last option,
In that too, I need
your permission,
Allow me to leave this
troubled sphere,
Burying the scar in my
core forever.
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