Well, today for most of the day,
I scrambled,
To scribble a wish to the heavens in your name.
I wrote the first sketch,
Didn't make sense…
I squashed the paper and tried again,
Again, again and again
Twice became twenty
And I came to a realisation,
That may be am not meant write at all.
May be the true wishes lie in each grain of anticipation of this day,
In each fibre of gratitude for each laughter shared,
In the very essence of appreciation of the kindest heart,
And in the truest prayer I say on my knees for you to continue lighting the world.
You are loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem