Redemption Comments

Thy silence, the killing numbness is the Sepulchral dirge of my jaded self. Into the womb will I doom, a deep slumberous Succor...! ! !

Thy silence, the killing numbness is the Sepulchral dirge of my jaded self. Into the womb will I doom, a deep slumberous Succor...? ?

Thy silence, the killing numbness is the Sepulchral dirge of my jaded self. Into the womb will I doom, a deep slumberous Succor.! !

The giver of peace! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Thou art living, Emphatic pulsation to my moments of separation, the struggling hour of aspiration. The heart still bubbles to vibrate and imitate. used wonderful words to describe redemption. a very fine poem dear Prabit. thank u. tony