Was it the silence of my soul
Or was it the violence of my body
That thrust me;
To climb up to a heap of hope,
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Confession the prayer has it's importance. Yet, it is way the poet narrated about confession to the world makes the poem colorful. There is punch in the poem displaying powerful meaning. Anyways I like these lines................... 'To a heap of hope I climbed To a depth of despair I fell, When I bowed my face to confess, In front of the mirror of world.' Yet again you rocked the empire of mine. I hope you have rocked many hearts across the world by your awe-inspiring poems with great messages. Thanks to the poem for enlightening me and thanks to the poet for en-kindling inspiration to may souls in the world at large. Perfect 10 is not enough. So my generous heart gives 10++++++++++++++++
How fragile we can be. You portray emotion so good, I felt the spirit in the words. A shattering piece of work...keep it up, you're a great poet!
'Was it the violence of my body'(wow) . I've never quite heard it put like this before. Very nice and I also voted a 10' on this one. Thanks for sharing.
it always happens wen the mirror of the soul and mirror of the world confront? well the conflict between the inner and the real is well penned! gud!
Very interesting, I like this. I hope to see more poetry from you soon.
Very deep, LOVE it!