Solitary Mind sometimes whistles, flutes
In mired madness to shy and retire
Wired to recognise the group
Self plunges to receive and transmit
Ego torments the spectators.
Authentically lunatic on top mood swing
Of lonely and forgotten
Seldom the crowd or pair
Secretive hiccups, in solitary
Trust only repertoire calls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Saraswathy, This poem is so close to life- Solitary Mind whistles, flutes In mired madness plunges to receive and transmit on top mood swing Secretive in solitary repertoire... Loved reading this beautiful poem on the moods of mind, in solitude. Reminded of the beautiful ghazal rendered by late Noor Jehaan Begum: Kabhee tanhaayiyon mein... Thank you.