Lamentations of the poet take shape in the heart
It is sincere and private; of all the experiences and observations
Only the deliberations in solitude can reveal their intentions
They are here to stay for they have found a suitable cave
This is an endless world, the poet’s world, where darkness loses its way
Why elucidate their concerns or even daily occurrences of being disoriented?
Take them somewhere to nurture their sentiments
It takes an entire life and frantic writing to even pacify them before death
The words will be read and those sentiments, their strong aroma, will surround the place
Try to gain some acceptance or pity from the audience?
That’s not the way to leave a legacy of creative lamentations- without appropriate eulogies
Along the journey, every day, they chose your small cave as an abode
For the poet feels there is freedom in being vulnerable