A Winter Flower Poem by Ruta Mohapatra
A Winter Flower
Like a hermit she lived
In the midst of people
Always there but not there at all
Visible and yet veiled
How long, she wondered…
How long to carry on
This lonely journey…
This existence of non-existence?
The end will be another beginning
They say…
How will it be, she wondered
The next long journey?
Very true. Shakespeare had it Hamlet act 3, "to die, to sleep, perchance to dream. For in that sleep of death what dreams do come", or words to that effect as it was from memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a wonderful, thoughtful write Top5 Bravo! Have a blessed 2023
Thanks Lee! You are generous with your praise!