The river filled with glacier
When the sun drops fall
Water flows roughly
Through the sandy beach.
I Stood for the boat coming
Raindrops fell heavily
Boatman threw his lengthy rode
With all his strength.
The boat moved ahead
As fast as it can
To get me in
The raindrops fell heavily.
A piercing cry I heard
And looked into the river
Two hands held up I saw
In that waves of water.
Water rolled and rolled into a cone
And I saw the moving boat aside
with a baby's skirt
Floating in the glacier.
I remembered pigeon
In that darkness
And threw my stretches
To make a last attempt.
Make an attempt
Even though it fails
And satisfy our soul
With the attempt made.
Sekharan Pookkat.
It is very important to make the attempt, but we should know that there is a reason for everything and only God knows why things happen. Anyway, what we see outside it comes from ourselves, from inside us. Fear can bring many experiences for us, when the best is think about something pleasant, lovely and if you keep your mind on these only, eventually your life will change to that. Until that you can attempt to save others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an attempt well spoken. satisfy your soul with the attempt made.