..and I fail to answer them
They ask me where You are…
In the morns of the breaking dawns..
In the cozy rays of the chilling morns…
In a zephyr day of the mid springs …
In the monsoons and its dripping strings…
In the scorching roads of the lands of bizarre…
In the sterling moon with the twinkling stars…
In the dew on grass and the swaying trees…
In the wearing leaves and their shrinking crease…
In the nearest glimpse to the vista farthest…
In the bright open fields to the darkest forests…
In the miasma of dirt to the aura of blossoms…
In the highest of skies to the deepest bottoms…
In the smiles of joy, in the sounds I hear…
In the wholesome laughter, in the fears I fear…
In the kins who loved, in the ones who gave tears…
In the ones who remained near, and the ones lost forever, but always dear…
I did..yes! ! ! I did…Hallelujah.. I deciphered You in my very breath…
I know YOU now from nub to hem…but! ! !
They ask me where You are…n I still! ! fail to answer them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this can be applied from the strong ordinary feeling of love to the idea of cosmic existence of individual soul and universal soul...