O Blissful!

O Blissful!

O Blissful! Those who hope to rise from this entangled sea of heartyearns.

Who you turn to cannot use you,

But in burning hearts we all take turns.



O Blissful! Those who melt into the silent pool of fire.

Unscathed they drink the searing heat,

And cooling in their veins it takes them higher.



O Blissful! Those who touch the wind with soothing feathers.

Steadily they wield their empty blades

Against harder steels and tougher leathers.



O Blissful! Those who smell the morning dew

And taste the placid sunrays,

Shining on their tongue in different hue.



O Blissful! Those who breathe through seeing eyes,

But love is blind and leaves you breathless,

Drowning in a lake of many lies.



O Blissful! Those who feel the world from deep inside,

Unfurling love for every thing

And raising from the sea so many a tide.



END POEM



A pathetic love poem. Most of us have felt it at some point in life: the bittersweetness.

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