Somewhere within me, there is a relief
When the corners of the eyes ache
As the waters warm, with grief,
Fill in for the immortal love’s sake
With the frequent and swift pace
Toiling… to be remained inside
Or roll over, making ways
As the ferocious waves burst wild
And the Hurricane which allies
With the distinct base
That has fallen in the eyes
Soothes either ways
Whether the sets of the tear-drops
Carry images of the past whiles
Making jovial as the rain drops
And bring breath to the smiles
Or they travel in forlorn
In the wretched city
Making the soul feel torn
For the eternal verity
As the heart knows well
Itself has chosen the substance
Wanting to be in the spell
With its not-ending endurance!
An emotionally immersive and contemplative piece that traverses broader existential themes.
Louis Kasatkiin sir…Thank you you so much for this deep analysis ❤️
lovely poem on the capacity of endurance
Thanks a lot ❤️
A well-crafted, multi-layered ,reflective poem.
Thank you so much