Coffer of those treasured tragedies of lives
Faith! My divine spirit!
I am thankful for your presence in life
In my sleepless nights of prayers and tears
I admonish myself to liberate my spiritual soul in ecstasy!
Love! Immortal love!
An unquenchable thirst of life!
Tristan and Iseult, Dante and Beatrice,
Those stories of those impeccable lovers!
Tristan was never my hero, for some reason,
it never occurred in my mind about him, on a serious note
I was drawn to Oedipus in some way, as tragedy is the best tale of life.
I never felt the longing of pouring words,
To reach the beloved, in utmost purity and warmth
After a long time, I felt, I was gazing through
The struggle and misfortune of the tragic life of Tristan.
And this gloomy night is glowing strong and sure
With a coffer of those treasured tragedies of lives!
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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