With The Soul Face To Face
written by: Nilavro Nill
Now I’m gliding through
Like the dead Phoenix
Nothing to be worried about
No more anxiety or planning
They have taken away the body
To the morgue tagged my name
On it, rituals are to be performed
According to the norms and oaths
It’s a great relief to be alone
With the soul face to face
In the dark chamber of
The confession box
Nothing to hide from
No more usual lies
Or counterfeit truths
To establish human glory
NilavroNill Shoovro: The author of the poetry collections “Unsigned Epitaph” and “Nude Melodies” is also the founding editor of the monthly web journal “Our Poetry Archive.” His poems have been translated into Russian, Romanian, Hungarian, Italian, French, Spanish, German, Polish, Greek, Serbian, Macedonian, Swedish, Portuguese, Albanian, Armenian, Azerbaijani and many other European and Asian languages. Published in various poetry anthologies and journals as well as on the websites. Loves to write poems, usually writes essays and articles on various social topics covering burning issues of the present time. His main areas of interest are philosophy literature and international affairs.
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