Crushed, crowded, drowned by people
Escaped to freedom, off the train!
Homeward bound, paradise calls,
When you reach home, the warmth forgives all.
And finally when the talking is spent,
Sweet quiet descends with hushed footsteps.
The rustling wind gently sways the trees,
The chirping birds call out to heed.
Listening to my heart beat in harmony,
I wonder if there is a place closer to heaven.
And so my dear, when you meet me again,
You’ll find my soul, refreshed anew.
Seeking you with all its passions unbound,
To renew, burst forth and to be alive again!
Maybe it's my mood today, but on second reading, there is something kind of compelling here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hard day ends in quiet and peaceful contemplation. The new day starts with renewed spirit to do all over again. Beautifully done.