Sometimes feel
me the alien
to this afternoon
yet my intrusion
it greets with drops of rain
while the first summer
blazing with flames
sometimes feel the night
not my soul-relates
just craving with surprise
slithering every inch
to hide my own dark
night yet bestowing
its softy light
to pass the cracks and cradles
reverbrating footsteps
to preach my presence
sometimes feel tragically
but with reverse epiphany
all these noon morn nights
exposed before
just to track and toil
for its everknown
human child....
Pranab k c
04/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Nature consoles us every step of the way.