Few dry leaves were lying there…
And an ugly looking ivy was burning down…
In flames was the cosmos of my past…..
Charred it crumbled down.
Before I knew..
It was raining.
There was no rainbow in the sky,
Coz rainbows are rare in reality.
But there was this muddy smell in the air..
The smell of BEGINNING! ! ! !
Maybe..
The smell of growing up! !
Maybe…
The smell of BEING ALIVE! ! ! ! ! !
A waft of fresh lime signs that life goes on come whatever may Shabash! ! ! Rehan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The concluding line are beautiful that make a nice sense. Wel done Maria.