I wonder whether it was a dream or a forecast message!
A journey where it gleamed the keen aged passage,
Appeared on the right swathe with blessings – the heaven,
On the left – the silhouetted hell that threats like a raven;
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Hi bhagne, I have read your poem wonderfull, go ahead Thanks Habib Mama
I like the depth you have brought through otherwise simple language. This line was particularly beautiful: - 'Though sprouts sprang out from that had been planted with zeal, No flower bloomed, no fruits bore, not more a remedy to heal.' But why do yousound so pessimistic? Thank you. Nibedita Deb.
I don't think this is a pessimistic poem. You are simply expressing a dichotomy of opposites here. Death is a part of life. Failure is an intregal part of your success in this world. For you to strive as a writer where the English language is not your native tongue brings solitude where none is found, & in all this richness, life in all its ugliness is its own reward, and because you work very hard at writing, beauty is found anywhere you look. Shane