Transformation

When bridging longing on the way
Amidst the mirages evasive
Has placed it been on top of lane,
Beyond the so affected manners.

When echo of eternal strings
Seems stronger than a wrenching plea,
The joined rows of sadness wings
will march with shackled runes so near....

But world of soul, that isn’t simple,
Correct will the mistakes of play
The subtle process in the middle
Will bring symbolic bridge on way.

The fate will then dispel all time
The inconsistent strangest matches
And with the depth of transformation
Appease the gloom in silent mind.

The soul awaken will besides
On verge of thought or rather gesture
And gift to blissful recreation
Will give, left sins all at offside...